Bouquet of Flowers

Moments like these make you realize even though you are miles and miles apart from the person you love, the distance doesn't matter.

My soldier was on a ruck march this day, I believe. I will probably use the term, "rucking" again, so let me go ahead and define it.  For all of you non-military people,  a ruck march is a long walk/jog/shuffle/run with a very heavy backpack the Army uses as a form of PT (physical training).  Ruck marches tend to vary in distance and time.

Bragging moment:  My soldier just did a 26 mile ruck march a few weeks ago.  I know, he's awesome.

Anyway, during a time of no contact, he was rucking one afternoon and stopped to pick me the best bouquet of flowers I have ever received!

Little things like this are really what makes the distance between us bearable.  I am really missing him today, especially since we did not get to spend the Thanksgiving holiday together.  Only 36 more days until we are reunited! HOORAY, or maybe I should say HOOAH (military slang for hell yeah!)?! 

Until Next Time.

Always.