My Sweet Ryan
Tonight in the car on the way home from Rob's Grandma's house, Ryan told me what he wanted to give me on Christmas next year.
"A hug and a kiss", he said.
That would be the best present ever.
Tonight in the car on the way home from Rob's Grandma's house, Ryan told me what he wanted to give me on Christmas next year.
I crawled out of bed around 4:30 this morning, very tired, but excited about my day. I stepped outside around 5:20 into snow up to my knees. I started my car, came inside for boots, gathered my stuff, kissed Rob goodbye and ventured out into the cold.
So, my first day of work is tomorrow. Bright and early at 6am. No more staying up late reading, running errands during the day or going to lunch with Rob. My days of leisure are over. I am actually pretty excited about the whole thing. Well, not about the 6am, but about being a grownup again.
Ryan and I got to spend the whole day together. We played Mancala (by Ryan's rules) this morning, then went to Mr. B's for lunch (Ryan said he likes it even better than AppleB's), and then went to the Barnes and Noble cafe for hot chocolate and stories. After naptime we had a little "dance party". The best part of my day was this little conversation in the parking lot at Mr. B's:
Ryan and I were cuddling together on the couch tonight and we had this conversation:
As much as I have felt like my life has been on hold for the past year, I am aware that my friend's lives have not. So much has changed in the past year, it's almost hard to believe. Relationships have changed, babies were born, babies had surgery, moms had surgery, moms had cancer, moms beat cancer. It seems that this year has been over all difficult, but there was some good to it as well.
Well, I passed. I found out this morning. I called Missy first (of course), and she simply said "Well, I *knew* that". (Thanks for believing in me...)