Hi babe,
Phones are down. I'm not sure if you'll get this email tonight.
Love you. I'll be home tomorrow. I'll call you when we get into port.
Kiss kids. Sleep well.
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He's home tomorrow. 33 days gone by until tomorrow. The day we've been counting down to.
Tonight I rush around cleaning and straightening up. A fruitless task really, it'll just get mussed up again in the morning. But part of my process, to put my best foot forward.
He will see so much change in all of us. And we will see him...Finally.
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