This monthly pilgrimage I used to love now seems to come all to soon. It interrupts our lives. I have to separate our lives to do his bidding. My heart breaks each time I leave even though I know I'll return when it's over. I seems that two days is an eternity when we are apart. I live one mission at a time, looking to the homecoming with a sense of joy. I look to the future and I know it will all be over in half a decade. Now that seems like an impossible hurdle to overcome. For now, I take it one green weekend at a time. Among all the pomp and circumstance I am always thinking of you.