We’re just shy of a year ago when I posted for the first time on this blog. I posted the letter I wrote for Randall as he headed out to sea. When I wrote last time I thought I wouldn’t see him again for a year. The reality was very different.
Hi Figure 8 Voyage readers, this is Jo. Yes, I do exist. Yes, I am 100% supportive of Randall heading out on his adventures. Yes, I miss him terribly. Yes, I have adventures of my own. What can I say, we’re not your traditional couple. But as I’ve said to Randall several times over the last couple of days, as he’s apologized for being “so selfish to put his desires above my own” for “wishing he could just magic me to the cabin so we could continue our laughter filled and entertaining dinner conversations”, I choose the life of adventure and uncertainty any day over the mundane and predictable.
For those of you that are new to the virtual voyage, I pop in periodically to update when Randall can’t or just provide a different perspective. I’m also part of the team (including the fabulous Freddy) who manages all of the logistics in posting and updating everything from this site, to Facebook, and everything in between. So a couple of things you need to know.
I’m sure there’s going to be more updates and questions but I thought these would be a good start.
Before I sign off I’m also posting our other tradition. When Randall heads out to sea I write him a goodbye letter. We shared my letter last year and apparently, people enjoyed getting a peek into the Family Reeves. So below is the 2018 letter I sent with Randall out on his adventure.
Thanks again for everyone’s support, Jo
THIS IS WHAT LOVE LOOKS LIKE
It’s Saturday, September 29th, 2018. As I sit an write this note, you are on the roof attaching twinkle lights to the house. Twinkle lights that won’t get turned on until December. You’re doing it because:
All this, when I know you have a long “to do” list of items you need to complete before you head out again tomorrow for another year at sea. But you do it because you love me.
Because that’s what the secret is to our happiness together isn’t it? Even if we’re miles apart, even when you’re heading into bad weather and we BOTH now know what might happen, even though our emails are just not the same as chatting at the dining room table – we let each other be us.
twice three times this morning. I’m going to miss you SO much.
But I couldn’t be prouder of what you’re doing. I couldn’t be more excited to see you again as you sail under the Golden Gate Bridge in the fall of 2019. You couldn’t inspire me to push myself to do the things that scare me.
So I’m turning the twinkle lights on tonight, my love. And I’ll turn them on every night until you come home to turn them off.
Because this is what love looks like.