2 Months. . .

As Elder Gibson comes

closer and closer

I'm starting to get a feeling of pure and untarnished

panic.

How. . .

When. . .

What. . .

I can't believe he's actually going to come home at some point.

I think some part of me thought this was going to be my life now.

Ha ha!

I have to actively stop myself from imagining how it's all going to go down,

how I will see him again,

because I really don't know what's going to happen.

I'm excited beyond my mind,

but this is it.

The moment I've been waiting for.

Two years in the making.

Life changing.

I waited for him, but I wonder if he is still there too.

He didn't give any indication he's not. . . 

But how am I supposed to judge that from a missionary?

Goodness,

and panic.

2 Months. . .