My First Writing

I have been waiting for hours to hear from you.  I know it's not your fault and I really hope that you are sleeping peacefully, but I feel like I can't rest till I've gotten to talk to you.  I want to hear your voice and have you tell me everything's okay.  I've been laying in bed waiting for you.  I have my phone on loud, changed the ringtone, computer open, facebook chat running, whatever I can do to keep my lines open for you.

If there was ever a time to call the house phone and wake up my parents this is the best time for that.  The old fear of waking them up is over now.  We are adults, and you are a strong Marine that I really would like to talk to.

I know I need to be patient, but knowing that I won't be able to talk to you very often over the next seven months makes not utilizing this time seem unthinkable.  I showed my Mom the BBC video today.  She kept asking me all these questions that just seemed funny to me.  I was researching what to put in care packages for you; things like undies, socks, food and those jet boil systems.  She was like, "Well can't they do laundry?"  They don't know, most don't have that luxury.  Then, "What does he need a camp stove for?"  So he can eat normal food rather than freezedried MREs.  Her response: "They don't have a cook there?"  It was so cute but so silly to think that she had no idea what you would be going through.  But now she does, it's going to make her think a lot more about you do for her.  

After finally writing some of my emotions down I feel like I can sleep.  I love you so much.  I miss you more than anyone has ever missed another Marine. I can't wait to hear your boice and maybe even see your face.  Okay, I love you (again) so so so much and I can't wait to have a normal evening with you in October.   Let me know if there's anything you want or need!

Always and Forever.