The 2nd Year
It has been 2 years and 2 months since I had a knock on my door and it has been 2 years and 6 months since I last kissed you. I still remember when I dropped you at the airport in January of 2007. It was a snowie day and you told me to drop you off and leave. You didn’t want me to drive in the heavy snow. Up to today, I hate myself for listening to you, I should of stayed there and kissed you, hugged you and pinched your butt until the plane left. That is something that I still hate myself for, but the only thing I can do right now is just advise every military spouse to make everyday like is your last one.
That morning I had a dream. In this dream you were here in our living room and you looked at me and smiled. When I saw you, you still looked as cute as ever. You asked me a question and my answer to you…