Yes, that's right.
After 11 days, I FINALLY GET TO TOUCH MY HUSBAND'S FACE AND SMOOCH HIM.
We are meeting in an airport in Boston tomorrow morning, and I am preparing for my red-eye by drinking a 30$ glass of tepid wine from a Chili's in the airport.
(Seriously Chili's? I know you are giving me gasoline practically. I saw this wine brand on the grocery store counter for 7$ MAN. Whatever. So happy I don't even care!)
(By the way, the waitress next to me just said to a co-worker: "Jesus Christ I swear I never posed for that picture!" I love Oakland.)
I sort of feel bad for complaining as much as I have when I knew a visit with my succulent was eminent. But, I really adore the guy. He is worth the many blog complaining sessions. I get to re-inact all of my favorite chick flicks and run in to his arms in the airport tomorrow. All we need is a cab chase in the rain and I am Kate Hudson.
I don't even know what to do with myself, I am so happy. I HAVE BUTTERFLIES IN MY BELLY. This is serious, folks. I might marry this guy....Oh. Wait. I DID!
In all seriousness, I have more important news:
Today is my birthday.
I am 28 and now suddenly mature and I will cease this self centered/self glorifying blog.
This blog in so many ways has been my savior. All gorgeous 7 of you that read it have really poured in to me, and I don't feel so alone. Except the nights I eat a bag of frozen ravioli while watching "Golden Girls" and staring at my fish. BUT OTHER THAN THAT, I do not feel alone.
I have been blessed by friends who support me, a super cute husband who will meet me at my gate, and another year to love, make some more mistakes, try to learn from them, and hopefully drink some more wine along the way.
This blog post is not nearly as meaty, but I just wanted to thank YOU for being HERE reading THIS in your life.
Because you really add to mine. :)
Thank you, salutations, and cheers!