I'll hopefully be spending the next three days with him, and you don't know how that makes me smile :)
I just keep telling myself: It's not like deployment. It's only 13 weeks. And they won't kill him.
You'd think I have nothing to be afraid of.
I'm very committed to him, proud and excited for him, and I'm a little afraid.
Afraid to no longer have my best friend to get me through every day.
I'll have to be stronger now. I'll have to grow up. I'll have to hear him in my mind and heart, telling me I can do it, and that theres nothing to be afraid of.
I miss him the day after I see him. So my summer will consist of imagining he's actually here.
I guess you do always have imaginary friends ;) But this time he's real.
3 days left. I can't believe I'm saying this.