6 months.

184 days, 26 weeks, 6 months, 1/4 done, and it's still not easy.

I miss him just as much, if not more now than I did on the day we said goodbye.

With that being said, it has gone by faster than I thought.

And I have grown in so many ways.

I've learned:

Missionaries are my heroes.

He is the hardest working/ most optimistic/ and loving man...ever.

He still makes me smile EVERYDAY despite being thousands of miles away.

Weekly emails are my saving grace.

Snail mail is the best mail.

I can do hard things.