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The Goodbye

I look at my watch.  Again.  Five minutes.  I only have five more minutes until he has to leave.  Again…

This happens every single time.  He comes to visit for a weekend and it’s absolutely wonderful.  But at some point the weekend ends.  At some point our time runs out.  At some point he has to leave.  Again…

I wrap my arms around his waist and lean close into his chest.  I’ve learned that if I grit my teeth and look away, I’m less likely to cry…  He wraps his arms around my back and leans his cheek against the top of my head.  I grit my teeth harder and will the tears farther back.

It’s silent.

This is how it always ends.

This is how every goodbye begins.

Standing beside his car, still trying not to cry, I decide that talking might help me change my pattern of thinking.  If I can get my mind off of the inevitable goodbye, off of the negative time between, and onto the next visit, the next time I’ll see him, maybe I can get through this with a little more grace than I typically do.

“It’s only three weeks this time until I get to see you again!” I say in what I hope is a light, happy tone.  Of course, in my head I’m thinking, Three weeks.  Three weeks of long distance.  Three weeks of feeling like half of me is missing.  Three weeks…  “That’s only 21 days and that’s shorter than our normal four weeks apart.”  Sigh.  21 days is so short until it’s the 21 days he’s not here…

“I know,” he responds as he hugs me tighter.

He’s always so much more positive than I am.  It’s like I have this root of negativity in my mind that pops up whenever it pleases, which is often.  I’ve been praying about it…

“I’m gonna miss you, Brandon.  A whole heck of a lot.”  There they are.  I feel the tears stinging the backs of my eyes, begging to be loosed.  Deep breath.

“I’m gonna miss you too.  A whole, whole heck of a lot.”  He pulls away and looks at me.  He’s so serious, but a smile is playing at the corners of his mouth.

I smile up at him as a tear finally falls down my cheek.  How swiftly he wipes it away and another follows.  Dang it.  I was going to be good this time.  I wasn’t going to cry!  I think to myself.  Granted, I think those things to myself every time.  It only rarely works.

“I love you,” I say, trying to smile and keep the wobble out of my voice.

The answering gleam in his eyes is enough to pull me over the edge.  I tuck my head back into his shoulder and squeeze tight.  “I’ll see you in three weeks.  Not long at all.  You’ll be back before we know it.”  Even I’m not convinced… The wobble in my voice gives me away even when my face is hidden.

I look at my watch.  Again.  Two minutes…

“You need to go,” I say against his chest.

“I don’t want to leave.”  He squeezes tighter again.

“I know.  I don’t want you to leave either but we’ll be together again soon.  And one day I’m not gonna have to miss you so much.  One day you won’t have to leave me and I won’t have to leave you.”  Please let that day come soon, I silently pray.

He pulls my chin up and forces me to look at him as he says, “236 days.”

“236 days,” I echo.  “Then I’ll be your wife.  Then I’ll be able to see you everyday.  Then when we say ‘goodbye’ it’ll just mean that I’ll see you later that day.  I can’t wait to marry you.  236 days.”  So. Far. Away…

“I can’t wait to marry you either,” he says as he puts a hand on my cheek and wipes away the tears that are quickly replaced by new ones.  “I have to go.”  His words are so at odds with what I can see so plainly in his eyes: I want to stay.  He kisses me one last time and pulls away.  “I love you.”

It’s strange.  The moment he pulls away it truly feels as if a piece of me is left there, with him.  “I love you too,” I whisper as he turns away for the millionth time to get into his car to drive away for the millionth time.  I wipe at my tears.

I’ve endured five years of this.  Five years of waiting a month to see him for a weekend.  Five years of making the most of the time we have together and trying not to fall to pieces when we’re apart.  Five years filled with so many goodbyes…

I hate goodbyes.  Hate them.  Especially when they happen so often.  Especially when they are filled with so much emotion that you can’t even think straight.  Especially when they mean so much.

He turns his car on, rolls his window down, and tells me again that he loves me and will see me soon.  I return the sentiment and give him one last kiss before he pulls out of the driveway.

I stand on the porch, tears streaming down my face, as I watch him back away.  Just before he leaves, he holds up the “I love you” sign and smiles through his window.  I sign and smile back through my tears as he drives forward…  Away from me…  Again…

Every single time he leaves, I watch until I can’t see him anymore.  Until he rounds a corner or gets too far for me to see.  Sometimes I wait there for a while.  Sometimes minutes, sometimes longer.  Most times there are tears.  Most times the tears come more quickly and forcefully after he is out of sight…  But there’s something about watching him leave me.  Again.  And again.  And again…

Sometimes I catch myself thinking, This isn’t fair!  What did I do wrong?  Why does everyone around me get to enjoy their relationship all the time and I only get monthly visits?  Why do we have to suffer this over and over again?  For years!  Why didn’t my friends have to wait this long?  Why do they get to love each other so easily while we suffer again and again?

No!  I would NEVER wish this on anyone.  It sucks.  A lot.  Knowing that someone is your husband and knowing that you have to keep waiting and keep being apart is awful.  I wouldn’t want anyone else to have to go through this.  I’m thrilled my friends didn’t have to wait 6 years like I will.  I’m so happy that they are able to love their people as often as they can.  And I know that I also have friends who haven’t yet found their person and I know that is extremely difficult: to watch everyone else experience what you are dreaming or praying or hoping for while you still can’t or aren’t.  And I know that there are so many other people out there waiting longer and traveling farther.  No, it isn’t fair, but as a wise woman once told me, “Life isn’t fair. Fair only comes once a year.”  

No one’s life is easy.  No one’s life is perfect.  If you think that it is, you’re either wrong or blind to the imperfections in your own life.  Sometimes it’s just harder than others…

I have to remind myself each time Brandon leaves that God has a plan for us.  And not only does God have a plan for us, but that this is His plan for US, not other people.  That God wants us to be in this exact situation at this exact moment for this exact amount of time.  I have to remind myself that the Lord is the only one who can help me get through the negativity, and the depression that comes with it if I don’t surrender my negativity to the Lord, when we are apart.  That may sound dramatic, but it’s the honest truth.  When we are apart, Satan uses any bit of negativity and turns it into something I fixate on if I am not careful to keep my eyes on God.  It is in those moments that I have to remember that regardless of what I want or think I need, God knows best and He has it all under control.

So, here’s to 230 days until our monthly goodbyes become a thing of the past and something we thank the Lord for teaching and guiding us through.  Here’s to 230 more days of learning through the distance and loving across the miles.

Gentry Bass

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Finally

If you would like to read the rest of our story, you can find the highlights of our four year journey up to this point here.

Allow me to set the scene for you: I was sitting on the couch and Brandon walked into the room.  It was such a typical, mundane act and yet it filled me with a shock of joy that I couldn’t contain.  Before I was able to suppress it, a brilliant smile broke the stillness of my face.  As he walked toward me, Brandon cocked his head and a slow smile spread across his face as well.  “What?” he asked.  “Nothing” I responded.  But then I really allowed myself to think about it.  As he sat beside me, I leaned my head onto his shoulder and quietly said, “I’m gonna marry you one day.”

Now, this happened about a year ago, and whereas it was most assuredly the first time I had spoken it aloud with such confidence, it had been a topic of quick conversation and much thought over the years prior to that moment.  However, even though Brandon and I had discussed it, the idea of actually marrying him and spending the rest of my life with him didn’t fully sink into my consciousness until that moment.  Until I saw him walk into the room and realized that he was indeed the man I would one day marry.

‘Maybe I’ll marry him one day‘ was nothing more than a fleeting thought in my subconsciousness that continued to make itself known time and time again, with more frequency the longer we were together.  But, me being me, I always tried to push it away and I never truly let it become a solid reality.  Instead, I would quickly follow thoughts of my future with things like, ‘but anything could happen!  Who knows what God’s will is for us.  Maybe it’s too good to be true and He’s just using this time we have together to prepare us for our separate futures…’  All completely valid thoughts!

If you’re thinking that I’m insane, especially after three years with the guy, then you would agree with pretty much everyone else I talked to.  Needless to say, that way of thinking didn’t last forever.  However, when I came to the realization that Brandon was indeed my future husband, things got rough.

I knew he was “the one.”  I knew I would marry him one day.  The problem was, we weren’t at all ready at that time for the next step in our journey: engagement.  So, the days went by as if in slow motion and my heart ached for the day we could finally move forward in our relationship because I was so tired of everything seeming so stagnant.

It was during this time that the Lord confronted me and tested my faith in His timing by helping me to overcome the quick, bitter pang I felt each moment I scrolled through social media and found another of my friends engaged or married, or even just moving forward in their relationship at all.  It took some time, but God is good and, thankfully, He is also patient.  I turned my bitter spirit, covered by a facade of happiness, into a true joy for those around me who had finally found the person they would love forever.  Then, He helped me to see that their joy in that moment and my prayers for them could fuel my joy in the waiting.  Don’t ask me how it makes sense, because it doesn’t in my mind; but God is greater and He helped me to see that in this particular season, just as I had numerous times before.

Almost a year later, I am happy to say that the Lord heard my prayer and has answered with more blessings and joy than I could have imagined!

Brandon and my friend Katie literally had to drag me to look at engagement rings.  And when I say drag, I mean that they lured me to the mall and then casually shoved me into a jewelry store against my will…  They’re the best… (note the sarcastic undertone)  But, I eventually warmed up to the idea and found a general style that I liked.  The thing is, I absolutely refused to pick a ring myself or even narrow it down too much, even though I had one in mind.  I wanted Brandon to pick my ring, and boy did he pick it!  Literally.  The exact one that I couldn’t get out of my mind.

On October 22nd, Brandon surprised me with a visit and also picked up my ring (which was the cause of the surprise visit).  Yes, I knew he was getting my ring, I just didn’t know which one it was at the time.  I was actually the one who carried the bag with the box with my ring in it from the car into the house.  Where it sat.  In my room.  Taunting me.  All weekend…  He’s nice like that…

So anyway, I knew he had the ring.  I knew I would say yes.  Now all I had to do was wait.  But praise the good Lord in Heaven above because I only had to wait a little while!

And so do you!  Next time I’ll tell you all about the proposal, but for now you’ll just have to wait!

 

 

Haha just kidding!!!  I’ll go ahead and tell you now.

On November 5th, my friend, Kayla, got married and she ever so lovingly allowed me to be one of her bridesmaids.  (Congratulations Kayla and Chad!  You’ve officially been married a week now!!)  Brandon came up for the wedding and we were able to dress up and have a fun night celebrating with everyone at their wedding (for future reference, some of those in attendance included: my best friend Katie, her boyfriend and my good friend Coryghan, my sister Lauren, and her boyfriend Josh).  Brandon even asked me to dance for the first time!  It was perfect, I was shocked, and the song was A Thousand Years by Christina Perri.

Katie, Coryghan, Lauren, Josh, Brandon, and I had all planned to go to dinner together the following day.  One thing you need to realize is that we aren’t the kind of people that typically dress up and go do things.  We’re more of a ‘let’s just be comfortable’ kind of group.  So, later that evening, when Coryghan told me to make sure that I dressed nicely for our triple date, I began to get suspicious…

My next moment of suspicion came when Brandon decided that we would ride to dinner with Coryghan and Katie, but we were going to make a pit stop (which just so happens to be WAY out of the way) at camp to see Lauren and Josh beforehand because Coryghan wanted to hand out there for a little while.  (Brandon did really well.  He made sure every piece of the plan came from someone other than him, but because I knew it was coming, I was suspicious.)

First off, remember, we aren’t really people who dress up just because.  Second off, no one ever dresses up at camp unless they’re trying to impress a boy they have a crush on or they’re at a wedding or other event.  In this case, neither was the cause.  Or, at least, that’s what I was supposed to believe.  I didn’t.  I knew then that Brandon was probably going to propose that day at some point.  Besides, where better to start the next part of our lives?

Brandon and I met at Camp Chula Vista in June of 2012.

Brandon asked me to marry him at Camp Chula Vista on November 6, 2016.

From the moment we stepped out of the car, I saw a picture that begged to be taken.  So I grabbed my phone, walked down the hill, and almost laid down completely in the grass just to get the perfect picture of the swing.  Then we moved closer to the lake and I started taking pictures of Katie and Coryghan as well as Josh and Lauren as we meandered around the lake.

There were many fantastic pictures taken that day, but my favorite one wasn’t taken by me.  It was taken at four different angles, with four different cameras, by four different friends.  It involves the man of my dreams on a knee, offering me a ring as a symbol of his love and devotion; as a symbol of the long life we will have together.  It involves a proposal, not only of marriage, but of trials and difficulty and a promise to stand together no matter what we face.  It involves a boy and a girl, ready to face whatever this life gives them with Christ leading the way.  This is that picture.

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He took me back to where our story began.  And so, the next chapter in our story begins much the same way as the first: a guy and a girl at camp, led by the grace of God, surrounded by friends, destined to love each other more tomorrow than they thought possible today.

As you can imagine, I said yes.

Your prayers would be very appreciated.  A long distance relationship is rough, but a long distance engagement is sure to test us beyond what we have previously known.  Planning a wedding while in school and working will be difficult as well, but we believe that this timing is of the Lord and we are confident that He will provide all of our needs and supply us with abundant joy and strength to face each mountain in our path.

Thank you so much to everyone who has helped us and encouraged us over the years.  It means the world to us and we pray the Lord blesses you beyond all measure!  Y’all are awesome and you have blessed my socks off with the level of support you have offered us.  So thank you.  A million times. Thank you.

Gentry Bass

A Promise

After I got diagnosed with VEDS, my relationship with Brandon took a negative turn.  If you want to read the beginning of our story, you can find that here.

A few days after I was diagnosed, as I was driving to work, I prayed that the Lord would give me something to hold onto while I grappled with living with VEDS on top of every other thing I was dealing with.

So He did.

I was sitting in my car with tears streaming down my face.  I was praying.  Asking God to give me something, anything to hold onto.  I felt like I was drowning.  I felt like this new knowledge that I did in fact have Vascular Ehlers Danlos Syndrome was going to send me into the darkest pit of despair.  I needed something to cling to; to keep me from falling into the pit that threatened to ruin my life and steal every ounce of joy I had ever known.

So I pleaded with the Lord to give me something.  Anything.

And then it happened.  In my little two door car, trying to see past the tears that filled my eyes, hearing the cracks in my voice as I cried out for help.  I saw it.

It was about five years into the future.  Brandon and I were married and we were in our room getting ready to go to sleep.  We walked over to the bed and he reached out his hand to me.  I took his hand and we knelt down beside our bed with our clasped hands between us on the quilt.  We closed our eyes and started to pray.  Just like we did every night.  When I opened my eyes, our clasped hands were old and wrinkled.  We had the hardest time getting off of the floor with our old knees.  But we still knelt beside our bed and prayed together every night.  Just like we always had.

I was frozen.

That was it.  That was my hope.  That was my promise.  That was the thing that I could cling to for the rest of my life.  When my world started to crumble again, I could remember that promise that came straight from Heaven.

I had been given visions before and I’d had dreams that I knew were from the Lord, but nothing had ever compared to this.  It was so vivid and I knew it was just for me in answer to my prayers.  I had asked God for hope.  I had asked Him to give me something to cling to; to keep me from slipping into the darkness.  And He answered me.  He is so good.

He gave me hope.  But not just a fleeting hope.  This vision that He gave me filled me with joy and hope and peace.  It has continued to fill me with joy and hope and peace.  Through every trial and every temptation to give up and sink into despair, this vision has been a reminder of God’s plan for me.

Just because a doctor says that my median life span is 48 years doesn’t mean that I can’t live to grow old and kneel with my husband in prayer every night.  Just because a doctor says that I’m at an incredibly high risk of rupturing anything in my body at any moment doesn’t mean that I can’t live a full life.  Just because a doctor says that it’s really risky for me to have kids doesn’t mean that I can’t adopt the sweet kiddos that need someone to love them.  Just because a doctor says something doesn’t mean that God can’t turn what he says into a new dream, a new blessing.

Just because I have VEDS doesn’t mean that I can’t live a long life with the man of my dreams.  It doesn’t mean that I have to live in fear.  It doesn’t mean that God has turned His back on me and I have to walk this road alone.  Actually, it means the opposite.

Being diagnosed with VEDS has opened my eyes to just how near God is every single moment of every day. The vision He gave me has reminded me of that more times than I care to count.  Chronic pain and a different issue every day makes life a little more insane.  But it also makes me a little more thankful for each day I see and each moment I get to live.  It makes me realize how incredibly blessed I am to have a man like Brandon who is more than just willing to walk through this insane life with me.  He wants it.  He is actively choosing me, with all of the crazy complications that come with a life entangled by VEDS.

He chooses to stay with me instead of walking away like most rational people would.  He chooses to help me through the nights that I’m plagued with negativity.  He chooses to hold me when the tears overwhelm my joy.  He chooses to pray for me when I don’t know how to pray for myself anymore.  He chooses to pray with me and help me to see the good all around me.  He chooses to point out the positives and remind me of all of the blessings the Lord has given me.  He chooses to walk with me through each of the painful moments, letting the Lord lead us on this crazy path that we call life.  He chooses to love me, in the rare good moments and the frequent bad ones.

So, Brandon, it means the world to me that you actively and presently choose me, regardless of every problem we have faced and all of the craziness I’m sure we will face.  You are my sunshine.  Truly.  When skies are gray and all I can see is the negativity, you help me to see the sun hiding just behind the clouds.  You remind me that the Lord is still there and He is ready and willing to carry my burden and give me joy.  You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you.  And I pray the Lord never takes you from me.

Gentry Bass

New Year; New Life

If you want to read the beginning of the story, you can read it here.

So now you know that I lived out a Hallmark movie and got my first boyfriend for Christmas in 2012.  Today’s part of the story, however, is about a mere seven days later on New Year’s Eve.

It started out just like every other New Year’s Eve had over the past few years.  I was getting ready to go to a friend’s house to celebrate with the girls in our youth and college group.  Of course, throughout the entirety of my readying, I was texting Brandon and trying to wrap my head around the fact that I, for the first time in my life, actually had a boyfriend.  What a weird word!  Boyfriend.  My boyfriend.  Weird.  Of course, I hadn’t seen him or anything like that…  We do happen to live a small distance away from each other; though the distance is great enough to limit our visits to one weekend each month, except for special occasions.  However, on this particular New Year’s Eve, we had yet to see each other since our first encounter, six months earlier at summer camp.

It was our one week anniversary!  (I know.  Gross.)  However, the conversation we were having was short and seemingly one-sided.  I was suspicious.  It turned out that I was right to be suspicious.  The boy was acting upon a plan that had been in the works for quite some time…

You see, Brandon was a tricky little booger.  Well, he still is if I’m being completely honest.  Remember that whole boyfriend for Christmas over text message thing?  That isn’t exactly how he had planned for that conversation to go.  He had talked with a few people and had already planned to come up to visit me for New Year’s Eve and that is when he had planned to ask me to be his girlfriend in person rather than over text.  Which, by the way, he has apologized for profusely since that day.

So, there I am.  Almost finished with the daunting task of blow drying my insanely thick hair.  My sister also happens to be in the room with me, though she is standing on the edge of the bathtub to better see herself in the mirror above the sink.  We also just so happened to be singing at a not so quiet volume…

There was a knock at the door.  I turned the blowdryer off, we stopped singing, and I opened the door to see my mother standing there with a big grin on her face.  “You have a visitor,” she trilled as she walked away.

I was in shock!  There was no way that the absolutely insane boy that I had just recently agreed to start “dating” (remember that previous discussion about the difference I hold between “talking” and “dating”) actually took the time and spent the money to drive 250 miles just to see me.  I walked out of the bathroom mumbling, “It better not be…”

It was.  I turned the corner and there he was.  He was actually there!  Standing in my living room and grinning from ear to ear was the boy I hadn’t seen in half a year.  Needless to say, I rushed over to him and gave him a long awaited embrace followed by a few laughs.  Apparently my face was priceless or something like that.

Standing there beside him for what felt like the first time, I realized something.  He was tall!  I mean, I knew he was 6’4, but seeing as I hadn’t really been around him, I had honestly forgotten how much taller he was than I.

As we walked out of the house and made our way to the New Year’s Eve party, I felt every bit like an awkward teenage girl going on her very first date.  I mean, it wasn’t a date.  It was an ambush.  But that’s beside the point.  The smiles were radiant and the laughter was genuine.

When we walked into our friend’s house, everyone laughed and started talking at the same time.  Brandon had brought two of his friends from home and they were waiting there for us as well.  Apparently everyone had been a part of the ambush except me.  I was bitter at first, but that faded away rather quickly.  I guess my joy at seeing him in person and actually being there with him overshadowed my bitterness.

Now, our New Year’s Eve parties aren’t really anything like, well anything.  That night we sat around the room, watched Pitch Perfect, and talked about life.  There was also a toast around midnight with some sparkling apple juice and perhaps a hand was held here and there, but that’s as close to a typical New Year’s Eve party as we get.  I think it’s absolutely brilliant.

We left later on that night and I got another first for the New Year: my first kiss.  It wasn’t anything super romantic.  Actually it was rather awkward because he just so happened to miss the first time…  Got me right on the side of my mouth!  He’s a keeper, I know it!  He redeemed himself a moment later and met his mark.  Only for a short moment, but it marked the beginning of a new year with a new guy.  Actually, it marked the first year with the first guy that will hopefully be the last guy.  But I guess we will have to wait and see what God has planned for us.

Gentry Bass

A Boyfriend For Christmas

I know it’s been a while since my last post and I apologize to those of you who actually read this.  Also, thank you for taking the time out of your day to read my pathetic story.  You can find the beginning of this story here.

So after the silence of October, Brandon and I picked up where we left off, but through all of it, we were still “just friends.”  Of course, every singe person I know tried to convince me that we were already dating.  Did I listen?  No.  Why?  Because he had not asked me to be his girlfriend yet!

You see, in my mind, we would never become anything more than friends until he manned up and asked me to be his girlfriend.  Yes, I am perfectly aware that this line is not always so distinctly drawn nowadays.  However, Brandon and I had previously discussed it.  He and I both knew that we would stay in the friend zone until he asked me to be more and I, in turn, accepted.  The thing is, he finally did…

Allow me to set the scene for you:  I was visiting with my family in North Alabama and Brandon was visiting with his family in Georgia.  I was sitting in the living room watching a movie with my dad and sister while everyone else in the house was asleep.  Brandon was laying on the floor while his younger brother slept on the bed beside him.  Christmas Eve came swiftly and soon it was around 2:oo am.  Of course, Brandon and I were still texting, because that’s apparently what teenagers do….  (Note from my older self: sleep is always the better option.)

Somewhere amid the late night movie and snores of sleeping siblings, the conversation began leaning heavily toward the subject of beginning a relationship.  Very nonchalant.  I know.  So, as I’m sure you’ve already figured out, he ever so casually asked if I would be his girlfriend and I ever so casually decided to wait 5 minutes before responding.  Literally.  Five whole minutes.  I watched each one pass on my watch before I responded with the long awaited “yes.”

I’m sure he hated me for making him wait so long, but I have a feeling he forgave me the moment he received my reply.  Or at least I hope so…  He has put up with so much more from me since that moment that I am sure those five minutes of waiting pale in comparison to the month of silence in October, the six months we didn’t see each other after we first met, and the years we have spent waiting a month to see each other for a weekend.

You would think that the years of waiting would teach us a thing or two about being patient.  I mean, I’m sure that it has, but in reality it has just made us appreciate the short moments we have together.  It reminds us of how blessed we are to have those moments.  It helps us remember that God is at the center of it all and even though it seems impossible for us to last another day in this long distance relationship, He gives us the strength and ability to carry on one more hour, one more day, one more month…

So I got a boyfriend for Christmas.  It’s like a Hallmark movie title…  Oh wait, it really is a Hallmark movie title.  One I happen to watch almost every year at Christmas time.  Who knew Hallmark movies came true!?  Now, don’t go thinking that Brandon planned to ask me to be his girlfriend on Christmas Eve over text.  He didn’t.  He actually had something very different in mind…

But I will save that story for next time!

Gentry Bass

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