Another week has passed and I am grateful it has. My tribute to Lackland AFB is still not complete. For now, I will leave you these words. My days for full of loneliness and my dreams are mere glimpses into the future. Between the hours of 6 post meridian and 8 post meridian, I await his call. His calls change my mood drastically. I am spirited and hopeful. I fall asleep in hopes he is all I dream about. Everyday that passes is a day closer to seeing him. Only three weeks until I see my brave man, my better half, my soulmate. I love him. 
Here's looking at you kid.