Dear Crutches, Y'all kinda suck. I can't carry anything because you've always got my hands occupied. You constantly make me forget to take off and or put on my PC (i.e. Army cap). And you just don't go with my outfit. I can't wait until I can get rid of you...someday...like a month from now...maybe...
Dear Haribo Gummy Bears, I have missed you! Eating a giant bag of you today was fabulous. I will visit the PX often to replenish my stock.
Dear MonkeyHubby, I am praying everyday, constantly, that your homecoming date overlaps with my upcoming con-leave. Getting to hug your neck and kiss your face is all I can dream of and look forward to right now. I am falling head over heels for you again, chatting and messaging, barely getting to hear your voice. It's just like it was when we started dating 7 years ago. Your re-commitment is amazing and I can't wait to find our normalcy again, whenever that day may come. It's always been you, it will always be you!
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