Kev will be home in 3 days. T.h.r.e.e. days. Three short days. Two long nights. While I've talked to him on the phone every day, it's just not the same. It's not the same as seeing him, talking to him face to face. It's not the same because the cell phone cuts out. He's high enough that the signal isn't the best, so our conversations are short.
He probably won't come home with an elk, but I think he's enjoyed his trip.
I can't wait till he's home, safe and sound, with me.