This time, in two weeks, I'll almost be home. I'll be drained from having to fly across the world, put up with food I detest, pray for good seatmates that won't hog armrests, and pray even harder for TSA to not give me a hard time.

It will all be worth it when I see his face light up and I'm back in his arms. Only fourteen days, only fourteen days.  

Just breathe.