Friday, July 5, 2013

Proper Reaction

So so so I just got back from running and now I'm super hyper. This post will sound like a third grader wrote it. The warning is in place. It's a good time to talk about my excitement towards the trip to Illinois without being a Debbie Downer. Oh my goodness I am super excited. It's a new place and I love flying on planes. As much as the rest of the world hates it, I love the airport and all the security. He's going to pick me up and I'll get to hug him. It'll be super super awesome and I know it'll make me really happy. And we'll go exploring and do something cool at night. I hope I get to the see the stars. We'll get to play soccer and sing. Not at the same time or who knows actually but I doubt it. We'll get to explore Chicago and see the jellyfish at the aquarium. I'll get to see the lake and go on a ferris wheel with him. We get to go to a concert. We get to eat deep dish pizza and blow bubbles. Maybe we'll make smores and use sparklers because I never have before. We can stay up late, make some food, and watch scary movies which he's super scared of. But it's okay cause he can cover his eyes with my shoulder as I laugh at the ridiculousness that is supposed to be a scary movie (even though it will scare me when I'm alone in bed). We can talk about anything. Serious things and silly things and things that make us laugh until our faces hurt. I can look at his face directly and touch his hair if I want. I can just enjoy being in person with him. I get to see the people and places that have shaped him to be who he is. I'm just so excited and despite all the over thinking I may do, I love him to pieces.

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