Only 50 Days

That's it.  That's how many days are left until my missionary returns home.  Until this past week, I've sort of been not thinking about it, I guess.  It's always been in the future.  In a couple years or next year.  So far down the road, why even begin to think about him Returning With Honor.

Oh I've kept track of the milestones as each one has passed.  In the last few weeks, there have been a bunch of them.  New year, his best friend returning home from his mission to Brazil, last phone call...  Next week is the final transfer.

I can say now that my son, my missionary, who has been serving his Savior, Jesus Christ, for the past two years is coming home next month.  NEXT MONTH!

I've been torturing myself watching this video the past few days.  I am so excited I can really barely stand the wait until *I* am the one who is freaking out at the airport.  *wry chuckle*



Oh man. I'm going to be so wound up and emotional the next 50 days...  Heaven help me, please...

I do love the song, though.

Next month...  He comes home.  NEXT MONTH.