Coming Home.

In the month of March not to long ago, a brother of mine named Aaron had made the decision to join the marines and was sent away to the state Hawaii. A gift that I'd die to have is him come home, and spending my Christmas or New Years with him. Being gone for two years seems like a lot, but time passed really quick and I'm excited for him to come back in March. Just wishing he could come and for me to be able to hug and catch up with him. That'd be a gift I could never forget and would really be grateful for. I miss you Aaron, and I hope you come home soon.