Ninos and military life

Guatemala, as always, was amazing. The children taught me so much and encouraged my soul beyond belief. I would write more about that, but it's not really what's on my mind today, and what is a blog good for except to document your thoughts?
Yesterday the pocketwatch left for Marine's boot camp in San Diego. Needless to say, I miss him like hell. After I got home yesterday from a loooong day of Mr. and Mrs. Pocketwatch talking non-stop about what a stubborn/miracle/cute kid he was, I laid down and watched some Netflix (NERTFLERX!!!). The evening went on, in an average manner, and my mom and I went to pick up my car from the car repair shop (I would explain what was wrong, but I will avoid such nonsense as to avoid boring you to death). While I was driving home, I got a call, but my phone was on silent and I missed it. Normally a missed call wouldn't be a big deal, but it turns out this was a call from the pocketwatch, from a pay phone, in the airport. I couldn't call him back, and the message he left went something like this: "Hey Honey, I'm just calling you from a free pay phone in the airport, I was hoping to get to talk to you for the last time for the next three months."
What resulted next was probably the combination of exhaustion and genuine sorrow. I sobbed for a solid 45 minutes. My sweet brother came in and gave me his handkerchief to wipe my snot and runny makeup on, and he sat next to me while I wept like a child who just lost their first dog.
Ah the delights of being a military girl friend.
I suppose all is well now though. I stopped crying last night, spent some time with my babe of a best friend, cleaned my room, and wrote the pocketwatch a letter. Everyone keeps telling me how fast three months will go by, but it's hard to accept those words of encouragement unless someone has experienced it for themselves. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. Time for class now. I'll probably blog more later. Maybe not. I'm not promising anything. Actually, I probably will. I have exciting news concerning my career.
Stay beautiful,
Helena