Waiting

This may come as a total shock to you, but I'm not good at waiting. I have no patience at all. Shocking I know :p The past 20 hours have killed me because I don't know where you are. I know you're not in American and you're somewhere between here and Afghanistan, but that's all I know. I hate it. I find myself always wanting results and answers right this minute, even though I know waiting will make the results just as good of not better. I did this with my engagement ring, Christmas presents, vacation ideas, my hair and also with my relationship with God. Oh, and doctors. I want an answer when I first come to see you, not three weeks later. Waiting until you're at your base will be amazing because I can email you and possibly Skype, but I wish I had an answer as to where you are now. I am working on becoming more patient while you're gone and praying for answers and letting things happen instead of forcing them. Let's see God move a mountain this year. I reason the Internet that if my bone doesn't heal in SIX MONTHS they usually just do surgery to remove it because it's not really needed. I wonder how much the bone weighs? :p Who knows- maybe ill have one less bone with you come home :-) I love you babe. Forever and always my love