It's a good day to be alive. Ever woke up feeling that way? I see her in one week. Seven days from right now I'll be able to touch her hand and hug her and smell her hair. That probably sounds weird, but I just want to hug her close, inhale and take a deep breath and smell her hair. We've waited for so long and made so many plans, but all that I can think of doing is smelling her hair.
The guys are having a big going-away-party for me tonite; looking forward to that. I've been lucky to meet some really good folks this past year; and with the invention of the idiot box in front of me I'm hopeing to stay in touch with them. And I'm so fucking excited to see all my old friends back home and be able to see all their kids. Pictures are great, but they're not the same thing. I've only seen Chris's son one time when he was a born, and I'm his Godfather. He's 5 now!
Seven days, one week, a lifetime. I get to Phoenix on Friday evening, seeing my parents for dinner and then HOME! I can't wait to walk into my house and be HOME for the night. And then, first thing Saturday morning, SHE ARRIVES! Christmas.
