We’re smack dab in the middle of a two year remote tour. It’s a small world, until the one you love is on the other side of it.
It’s been 1 year, 2 months, 11 days since his first flight took him towards his duty. 10 months, 4 days later he flew home for three short weeks of R & R.
It’s been 3 months, 3 days since I waved good-bye (again).
It’s been 94 days since I’ve seen his face (in person). (Thank God for Skype!)
13 weeks since I kissed him.
2256 hours since I’ve fallen asleep to his lullaby snores.
135,360 minutes since I whispered I love you’s in his ear.
8,121,600 seconds I’ve taken it one moment at a time.
At least 295 days remain in this tour (probably more.)