josephene

Yesterday I got the most beautiful flowers from my boy. Multi-colored daisies as big as my hand. Soft petals, so bright they looked as if they had been painted. Who knew nature could produce such beauty. Every time I look at them, I can't help but smile, and I suspect, that was their intention.

It's been a bad week, ick with the sick, I guess you can say. I'm ready for all of this to be over, a statement that I'm sure is ridiculous. I can't imagine anyone wishing for more. I forget who I am when I'm not feeling well. And it's no fun living with a stranger. Especially an annoying one.

Gram is on her way up this weekend to care for her favorite grandkid. I can't wait to see her, I can't wait to feel that security, I can't wait to hug her, I just can't wait. We're going to slip into my big cozy bed and I'm going to slip back into adolescence to a time when life seemed much more simple, and my world existed only to the distance of my bedroom door. Where love was simply drawing hearts and daydreaming about holding his hand. Where friends forever was a concept that seemed attainable, and distance was measured by desks in a classroom.

I wouldn't change the challenges because they have brought me to this point, but there isn't anything wrong with revisiting a simpler time, is there? I need a break, I'll apologize later.

HAPPY EASTER, LOVELIES!