90 Days
My soldier is now within his 90 day countdown.
Three months. Three months and he will leave his COP in Afghanistan and enter a saf(er) zone. Three months and he will get on a plane and meet his mother and me in Italy. Faces fresh with tears of relief, tears of joy, tears of love.
I want to start getting excited now. We’re starting to plan. Wipe all of the dust away before he returns to his little farmhouse so it won’t seem like he’s been away for so long. Stock his fridge with food and beer and wine. We will come armed with warm hugs and kisses and comic relief.
And then there will be Christmas in Georgia. New Year’s Eve in DC. Two weeks of backpacking for the two of us in countries like Switzerland and Austria.
But I can’t get too eager…
90 more days.
