Sometimes when he texts me, I have to bury my face in my blankets to stifle the little eeeeee! of excitement. Even if I am not already there, I have to sometimes run across the house to jump into my bed, and bury my face beneath the sheets, as if to contain some of that girly whasname. And sometimes, in the thick of all of this, I completely forget that I am supposed to text back. :)
But, god almighty, I am lucky. Last night could’ve been rough on the whole I-suck-at-coping-with-death front, but my knight in shining armor really came through for me. And the night was really terrific. I love our little group and how I felt comfortable enough to sing cringe-worthy-ly loud all night. And how there was that one slow song where I had to confess that I wasn’t listening to the song at all, so I had no idea how terribly out-of-time my slight swaying was. And how we did the robot during some of the other slow songs. And how we all sang the Sound of Music songs before. And how we all huddled in the slight cold on his back porch afterwards. So yeah, safe to say I really enjoyed the evening.
