Seventy-four days since I last saw Ron. I wrote 74 letters. I know the address by heart. Now, I will be there in just over two weeks. Sixteen days until graduation. I can't wait to put my arms around him and tell Ron how proud of him I am. He is the scribe, got expert on rifle range, and already became PFC. Between the homesickness, the flu, and a hurt ankle he overcame. He never quit. There were glimpses of doubt or fear of being pushed backed. But he did it. He found the strength he knew he had, but never used. He found strong friendship in people he would have otherwise not have met. He found humility in this experience, and some humor. Overall this journey has been-fair to good. I say fair because I miss him so much. I have talked to him everyday for seven years. We haven’t been apart for more than 10 days in 7 years. It felt so strange. But it has been good for him. This experience is helping him grow in ways nothing else could. We both are ready for what comes afterward. Three-months apart seems like forever. But really, only a blink with a whole lifetime to be together afterwards. I can hardly wait. My husband the Marine.