Sorry folks, that I'm not as verbose as I usually am. I'm selfishly hoarding every memory, storing them up for the months to come.

In the dark hours of night I feel like I'm breaking. In the light it is easier to promise myself that we'll enjoy the time we have, just like Scott keeps encouraging me to. But we are down to 4 days left. Soon I'll be back on a plane heading to Australia, and leaving him yet again.