Judsen is driving down as we speak. My hands are starting to shake and my stomach is twisting. I get to see him, to hold, to touch him in less than three hours! This is too good to be true

I think we have finally settled into a routine that works for us. Every three weeks one of us goes up or down to see the other for a weekend. My turn is up next in September.

Oh and some wise advice: Do not look at the military-homecoming videos on YouTube, you WILL bawl your eyes out and it will make you intensely miss your SO. I put myself through that last night and called up J crying. He's like "What's wrong I'm seeing you tomorrow?" Me: *sniff sniff* "I JUST MISS YOU! *sniff sniff*

Everyone else have a fantastic weekend!