43... times taking a speed up here.

forty three more weeks until my dearest is home, 43 three weeks to long, and 43 weeks not enough. Each Friday i get a letter from him proving how much he has grown. He is being reformed into the perfect father/husband. To see how much he has progressed spiritually, emotionally, physically, and mentally melts my heart and makes me fall for him more than ever. To know that my boy has turned into such a spiritual giant as a man warms my soul. To see his love grow towards the people he is teaching is incredible to me, to see him learning to love with no judgements, he truly is becoming more like the savior. Each letter i see that more and more, which makes me love him more than the week before :) hey, that rhymes!