I haven’t been sick in FOREVER and Sunday night the sickness hit me like a ton of bricks.
All the sudden I couldn’t swallow and I knew I was done for.
I went to bed, woke up feeling worse than ever, but still decided I needed to snap out of it and go into work.
That just backfired because after 1 hour at work I had to drive the whole hour back home because I felt like I was going to faint.
Today I am still sick and after watching 24093842 episodes of anything possible on Netflix I decided it was time I do something worthwhile.
I whipped out mine and Will’s letters from his mission and reminisced like crazy.
I was on cloud nine!
It stills feels like a complete dream that we communicated via hand written letters for TWO WHOLE YEARS.
They changed the rule that you could e-mail missionaries outside of your family like a MONTH after Will got home….. let’s change the subject.
I forgot how much I looked forward to those letters.
I would SPRINT to the mailbox every day after school.
Granted, I would only find a letter once every 10 days or so but I still checked every. single. day.
OKAY W is going to kill for me this one… but how amazing is this letter below!!
Cute thing.
Love that boy. So happy we lasted and survived Those Two Years (+1 week..) apart!
