6 weeks

We're at the six week mark. He's really coming home. Before it seemed totally unrealistic. When you're alone for so long and doing your own thing, you get used to it. I can't wait to see him again. I really can't even describe how excited I am to see him again. The one thing that completes my life, the only person I will ever need to make me truly happy is coming back to me. I will be able to touch him and kiss him and talk to him face to face. Small things like that, is what I've been deeply deprived of and I truly do miss it so much. I've very nearly forgotten what it feels like to wake up next to him, or to make some one else a meal, lets be honest, I am not a cook. I believe that in the last 5 and a half months I can actually count on one hand the meals that I have actually cooked for myself. Mostly, I eat small portions, snack, or eat out. It's sad, yes, but there it is.