my baby is coming home. he's been gone since july 10th and the one thing i've learned from this is that i am eternally grateful that he didn't join the service. i just don't know how i could have handled him being gone for months and months at a time. it's just been making me nuts, and he's only been gone a few weeks.

i can't wait for him to come home. to hug him and kiss him and know that he's here when i go to sleep at night and still there when i wake up in the morning.

it's still a week and a half away, but knowing that there's an actual date makes it that much more bearable.