Discovered pictures of my beautiful man on his scuba school's website.   Instantly I could pick him out.

When he asked me how I could so easily pick him out among the numerous photos, I told him "I'd know your hands and the back of your head anywhere."  That's him here, on the right with his mangled, stitched up, 9-times broken hand over his breathing apparatus.  He doesn't like his hands but I love them.  They've got such wicked character.

 It was great to see him enjoying his time and doing such cool things but I miss him so much.  "Don't have too much fun without me" was the one rule I told him.

Before he left for the Philippines, I had written him a Korean love letter and hid it in his suitcase.  He stumbled across it the other day and took a picture of himself with it.  I miss him so much but when he sends me daily Kakao Talk messages like these I know he misses me too just as much;)