I wake up every morning and stare at the other side of the bed, but no matter what it’s still empty. My husband is serving in the army, giving everything he has to serve our country, and I’m so proud of him—but being happy for him doesn’t stop the ache of missing him. I miss his laugh, the way he hugs and cuddles me when life feels heavy, his kisses each day, the comfort of knowing I’m not facing the world alone. We’ve learned to say “I love you” through screens and rushed calls, pretending it’s enough, even when it hurts. The chance to see him isn’t just a trip to me—it’s a chance to feel whole again, to remind each other why we stay strong through the distance and the sacrifice. Any help would mean the world to me, because it would bring me one step closer to the person who is my home and the father of my kids. All I am asking for is $5,000.