Day 26.

I know what you're all thinking, when do we get to hear from Skyler again? He's a much better writer than me, I know, but he also says he hasn't been doing anything noteworthy. 

His days consist of xbox, potpies and toast, talking to Sawyer, and apparently dancing to bluegrass music in the kitchen. (I didn't even know he liked bluegrass music.) Everyone please pray for his sanity. 

I forgot to tell the best story so far. It was actually a traumatic experience I was leaving out for the purpose of possibly forgetting it ever happened, but Skyler reminded me, and said I have to include it in the blog. So. As my roommates and I were riding the ever so lovely transtar bus back from the hoop-dee-doo, a guy we call "20 questions" got on. He sat right next to Amber and was asking about as many questions as my mom does in one phone call. Well, transtar drivers are really special people. They make sharp turns and just love slamming on the breaks. Out of nowhere the driver abruptly stopped the bus and BAM! I went sliding off my chair right onto the ground. I almost reached for Amber but didn't want to send her flying into stinky question guy and the ground was my only other option.

I started hysterically laughing along with everyone else on the bus and you know what the driver said to me? "What you doing?" Um what does it look like I'm doing, exactly? It was the perfect way to end the night, and reason enough to never wear a silky fabric dress on the bus again. 

I have something exciting to announce: Skyler is officially coming to visit me! :) we booked his flight yesterday and I've made hotel reservations so he HAS to come. I get to see my baby. :) and hug him and kiss him and probably be that gross couple that's making out in the airport baggage claim area. My heart feels like it's about to implode in my chest just thinking about it. He's so far away, and in just over 40 days he will be tangible again. I can run my fingers through that long beautiful hair of his and we'll wear matching t-shirts and share food. 

I miss him. We've fought more over stupid things since I've been here than we ever fought over anything at home. Our emotions are running high and we're both frustrated and exhausted from missing each other this much. It kills me that I can't be home to dry his tears and erase his sorrows. To wipe his cheeks clear of sadness before he can soak his pillowcase. He's sad and I can feel it. 

He's my everything. He's my best friend. And when I was thinking too much one time he said to me, " But your heart knows you love me. Your spirit knows you want to be mine forever. Quit relying on your brain so much, baby. The other two are much truer compasses." 

We need to remember that. As our wandering minds create winds of doubt that erode our positivity, we need to refocus and redirect our compasses back towards each other. Back to the night in the grass at the park when our only worry was what Skyler's mom would say when he was late for curfew, and we'll be just fine.