As I type this I sit in the airport waiting for my first flight. My second will take me across the ocean to see Hawk. After days and days (100+ to be exact) of counting and over five months apart, it’s a surreal moment now that it’s actually here. That this isn’t a dream that I will harshly wake up with the alarm clock. That it’s so close I can almost hug him, yet I’m still waiting. For the planes, for him to come home. This is indeed a season of wait. However, it’s also a season of blessings. Of getting to know each other on such a deep level.…