I don’t know where to begin. Two years ago, I fell hopelessly, dizzyingly in love with an out-of-town stranger I met at a birthday party in the city. The head over heels, mind in the clouds, pinch myself praying it’s all real kind of love. My life changed forever. He called me every single day since we met. We talked anywhere from three to eight hours a day from that day on (even to this day). By month one, we were going on our first romantic escapade outside of my home town. By month two, we were putting away savings for our “future.” Then six months ago, he took my hand and led me to the edge of a cliff and got down on one knee to ask me to be his wife forever. Two months afterwards, we tied the knot at the courthouse and exchanged our “I Dos.”

And now, as a military spouse, I sit waiting on stand-by for his calls as he prepares to leave the states for his first deployment. Our wedding ceremony and celebration will be in six months.

So much has happened. Who knew that a well-to-do perpetually single woman would find love with the most unlikeliest of heroes? He’s my windfall.