Friday

Friday, is the day that my friend...
comes home from his missssssion!
say what?!
WHAT?!
yes that is right.
Friday.
so, I went through this stage
that I thought I was going to
marry him.
don't fret.
I am past that.
I think.
but anyways, he is a goooood super great awesome
friend of mine and I couldn't be more
excited for him to come home.
I am also nervous
and scared
and sad (another story)
but..
we will see how this all goes down.
I am not going to the airport to go
see him.
I feel as though that is a family thing
and I don't want it to be super awkward.
but I want to possibly see him maybe the next week?
I am not sure.
But I won't be here for his homecoming
becuase I am going to Seatttttttte area
for my friends wedding.
when I think about him coming home
I get a little jumpy.
and excited.
and ah!
I can't wait to hear his
strong, smart, safe voice.
he is such a good friend
and has helped me through so much.
I hope that it will be the same when
I see him in person again.
i don't even know.
i just don't.
holy smokes.