When is it MY turn?

I don't know what it is...if it's this winter bitter chill or what..but I am feeling extra lonely today.

I've been thinking about JJ all day. Its one of those days where nine months feels like FOREVER away...even though I have already made it through 15.

I just see all these girls (many who are younger than me) getting engaged and married. I just sit here, shake my head, and think, "WHEN IS IT MY TURN?!"

I am jealous mostly because these girls have it so easy. They meet their significant other at college, date for a few months, get engaged, get married, live happily ever after.

Meanwhile, my love story goes a little like this:
Meet at Applebees, dont talk for two years, randomly start talking, go on a date, really start to like each other, devastating heartbreaking break-up, don't talk for nine months, get back together, two months later he's gone for two years, 24 months of anticipating his return.......

I just want him back already. I want to rub it in all of these haters' faces. If that makes me seem immature...well, wait until I tell you that I also want to kiss him in front of all the guys who told me that it would never work out, I also want to flaunt my engagement ring in the faces of the girls who told me I wouldn't wait.




My day will come. And JJ, if you are somehow reading this, nine months down the road...

I was DANG patient. I loved you through the entire 24 months. But, I know that you know this babe.

I'm just ready for him to come home so that my boyfriend can actually hold my hand and kiss me and we don't have to communicate via letters.

HEY EVERYONE!!! I'M HAVING A BABY!!!!!!

A mission baby that is.

My sweetheart has now been out 15 months and counting. . . .

I have a pregnancy left. For most mothers who have endured pregnancy. . . .they would say that the process is LONG and seems like forever..but, I am determined to make these last 9 FLY BY..(then again, I've never been preggo so..what would I know?)

Right now I am working full-time, playing basketball, and loving life. I start school back up again in April, by that time. . . . I will only have six months left.

We are still so happy. so in love. over sixty letters. six months in Chimbote. District leader. We're proving all them haters wrong.  

WE ARE HAPPY.