On the 3rd of January, as I was leaving the airport after parting from my dearest yet again, I thought to myself, self, Brett comes home in about 6 weeks. Christina's wedding is on the 22nd and if you can make it until then you are golden. There are only 19 more days until Brett comes home. Why oh why does the time seem to be multiplying itself but a thousand. I wish I could skip to next week. Or maybe the week after that... I am suddenly very impatient. I don't like it.
It snowed again. I thought I it was done snowing. I usually think it's done snowing and then the blizzard sweeps away my small hope of there being warmth. Foolish me.
I love love love Spring!! The flowers bloom and the snow melts. I love cherry blossoms. They smell fantastic. (Get ready for cliche) I am excited to spend another gorgeous Spring with Brett. Everything is waking up from it's cold, harsh depths of winter. I welcome it with open arms.
Last night I wore my bridesmaids dress at Christina's beautiful wedding. It was short thus showing off my scar. I hesitantly showed it to a few people who asked about my big boot on my right foot. I was hoping to start to peak out of my insecurity but after some gasps and disgusted grimaces I realized that this scar will take some getting used to... still. I feel like such a wuss because I know there are people who have it worse off. I'm not really sure what I want to say about that.
I think my body has set a new sleep pattern for itself; not sleeping at all. Super.
My hair is getting super long. I likes it.
Yoga is very hard to do with one foot. I hope I heal soon. Solve this:
Crutches + snow = ?!
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