(translated from Spanish)
One more week, my sunshine. Then I will get to wrap my arms around you once again. I will take you into the bedroom and we will conjure our magic through all of the house. My lovely wife, how I wish to be back home. But out here, the trees are screaming this time, Pepita. Now they know that when I come, I come for them. They have learned to fear where my feet go. There is the one tree that is special, Pepita. It is going to be the one that allows us to live for this next year. It will give us that extra push that we have been needing. We will be able to live with this tree. I only need one more week to wrangle it. I know I have went over the limit, a lot more than I said that I ever would go, but when I return home, you will be on your knees thanking something that I stayed. She is beautiful, she reminds me of you; she has a fire that burns deep within her. Her bark is dark and smooth, and she reminds me of you. At least it is better to be out here with something that reminds me of you, rather than out here with nothing that reminds me of you, right? Are Miguel and Mateo minding you? If not, make sure they know that their father will take care of it when he comes home.
With eternal love,