T-minus zero. All systems go.
Ankle recovery at 100%. Energy reserves depleted but heart fully operational. Loving output exceeded all projections this week — ground control was not prepared.
Ground Control to Commander Carolina... we have a visual on you. 🤭 You look tired. You also look incredible.
I've been watching you push through this whole week from 1,200 miles away and honestly? I don't know how you do it. The courthouse, the ankle, running on empty but still showing up every single day with so much heart. You make it look easy even when I know it's not, and I just want you to know that I see all of it. ♥️
Here's the thing, bebe. Every week I think I've already got it figured out, like okay, I know how much I love her. And then you go and have a week like this one and somehow I fall even harder. It doesn't make sense. You're exhausted and limping around and still somehow the most amazing person I've ever known. 🥺 I don't say that to be cute. I mean it every time.
The weekend isn't some big reward you had to earn, mi amor. It's just time. Time where I get to actually have you, even if it's just through a screen and a phone call. That's all I ever really want. Just you, just us, no courthouse, no alarms, no rushing. 😘
They just launched Artemis II, you know. Sending people farther out into space than anyone's ever been. 👀 And I think that's wild, I really do. But I don't need a rocket. I don't need a mission or a countdown or any of that. I'd cross every mile between us with nothing, just to be next to you. Always, amor. 🥰