Weak

I admit it. I am weak. Thirty minutes on the eliptical trainer turned into eight. And they were probably the hardest eight minutes of this entire month for me. One helping of dessert turned into four. I resolve to do better. Tomorrow. Because I am so not taking on any more challenges tonight. Tonight, I will simply daydream about my upcoming visit to Mattland! The absolute bliss of our time together is something even I am not capable of screwing up. Even if I am weak.

Number One

Yesterday, I had an experience unlike any other I've ever had. My best interests were placed ahead of all others' by someone other than my mother. I am humbled and grateful to be made the "number one" priority. It is yet another confirmation that the path my life is on is the right one. Another example that Matt is going to be a wonderful husband and father someday who will place our family's needs over his own. My prayer is that I am able to provide him with the same assurance that I hold him as my own "number one" on the planet.

My family is growing.

Not in the way you might think. I am not expecting. At least, not in the traditional sense. I am expecting to find myself a new member of an awesome family. I am already seeing signs of being welcomed into the fold, and it is amazing! My own family is super, and more than sufficient for me. But, I have to say I am thrilled to be becoming part of another family. More people to love. My family is growing.

It's good to know...

...that someone cares enough about me to express concern, even though there is potential for creating friction. It's good to know that I am not alone in being completely and totally smitten. It's good to know that I never have to go through anything alone. It's good to know that I have a partner, a teammate for life. I have come to know a great many things recently, and it's very good.

One week....

So, I've decided that I really should get cracking on some stuff. I should be reading some chapters right now, so that I won't get behind. I should be balancing my checkbook to make sure I stay on track with my budget for the rest of the semester. I should be getting some sleep, since I haven't managed to go to bed before midnight in nearly a month.

Somehow, I know that, once again, I will not be doing any of these things. I'm too keyed up. I'm crazy. I'm giddy. I have less than one week until I am physically in the place where my heart and all of my thoughts are! One week!

Is it terrible that I can't think about anything else at all? I don't want to come down from this. I don't want to be grounded in the reality of my day to day existence fourteen hours from Matt. It's so funny, though, because we manage to talk constantly, and I've never been happier. Except, of course, when we are together. Which we will be, again, in less than one week!