85 days. Holy crap! We have less time until until he's here than the amount of time he'll be here. Until then, I'm killing time. Finding ways to make the minutes fly. The days. The weeks. The months.
And then I won't have to worry about pixelated skype pictures, shitty voice calls, poor connections. I won't have to go to bed sad, wake up lonely, none of it. He'll be here in 85 days. For 88 wonderful nights of sleeping in his arms, 89 wonderful days of hugs and kisses, 89 days of...not having to miss him.
Life..it's so good. ♥
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