He comes home in 33 days and I'm very excited.
But I also couldn't be more disappointed.
Not disappointed that he's coming home, but that I most likely will not be able to see fly down to UT to see him like a week after he gets there, as was the plan.
I know that miracles do happen, so hopefully something does.
Maybe a job? A pot o'gold? or something of the like will appear in my life.
Crossing my fingers & hoping against hope.
via Rainier on flickr.