Its the Little Things

Like his boots under the edge of my bed and his ACU's on the floor. I miss summer, I miss being able to be with him for days at a time, its hard to readjust to the one or two times during the week when I can see him and the short weekends, sometimes just Sunday's that we get to spend together.

We fight over the bed when we are together, its funny, sort of, getting tangled with him during the night and getting just a little frustrated, but then realizing that he is laying next to me and I can actually feel him breathe instead of just occasionally hear him snore over the phone.