The first boy I ever loved I met when we were just 15. Now we're 22 (well he'll be 22 this year) and I can't believe so much time has passed. I shouldn't even put loved in past tense because I love him. More than I'll write on here and more than I'll ever tell a person. The reason I write this is because he comes home in just a few weeks! He's spent the last few months in Afghanistan. A place I never thought he would be when we first fell in love. A place I like to pretend he hasn't been to until he's home. The thing about him is we have all of the same favorite things. So this is me preparing for his return. Breakfast. At dinner. Deliciousness all around.