Woe woe is you, for it has been far too long since I last wrote you all an internet love letter. From the bottom of my heart, I send apologies and condolences, for I am truly sorry and repentant.
But really, do you want to hear about what is going through my head these days? I am not sure if you do for they are thoughts of moving. Moving to another country but having to wait on immigration so I have to send my dear one true love first and I shall join him later. Also thoughts about what to pack where and when to ship it, and "Dan- my dishes and KitchenAid will fit in the car with your luggage, thank you very much".
This past Bastille day marked the 3 year anniversary of our first kiss and also the 4 year anniversary of me coming home from missionary work in Thailand. Time flies so fast. I was talking to Betina the other day and telling her how my favorite sheets that we got when we were first married have worn through and even have a hole in them. She remarked that it is the little things that kind of slap you in the face telling you you are not where you thought you were. Did I express that correctly? She said it better I am sure. We don't really fit into the newlywed category anymore. The sheets bumped us out. How strange.
We like to be sickeningly cute with each other and have always found it fun to celebrate not only our wedding anniversary but our 1st date and 1st kiss anniversary as well. For the 1st kiss anniversary this year Dan got me my favorite loaf of bread, a flower, and the Titanic DVD. I didn't even want the DVD but he insisted as I saw it 5 times in theatre so therefore I must LOVE the movie and I was just embarrassed to admit it. Anyways, long story short, we watched it this past Sunday. Oh Jack! Oh Rose! Oh Ship! It really is good and perhaps I was a bit reluctant to be a lemming, but let it be know that I am.
Anyways, that was a long rant into what I really wanted to say. So, perhaps it was the Titanic mixed in with Dan's upcoming departure- but I got so sad that he is leaving. Boo Hoo sad. Like I would have to let go of his hand and shake him off my arm because I will never see him again sad. It is pretty apparent that I should not be allowed to watch love stories with even an iota of sadness mixed in them at this time. All of a sudden Dan was Jack and he was sinking down in the waters of the Atlantic! Please, internet, do all you can to keep me away from things like this at this most delicate of times. Thank you.
Well, off to the Slave of the Lakes this weekend to feast on my family! We are excited. But first, Inception.
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