Patrick has his swim test tomorrow. I guess it's the first one. He's worried, he's always worried. I'm a worrier marrying another worrier. I never thought I'd be here. Marrying a Marine, etc. I'm so happy and I love him so much. It's interesting how different he sounds on the phone now. So, serious...or worn out maybe. I am trying to figure out everything I can do. I'm going to spend this weekend baking cookies, finding fun things to put in a care package, and doing anything I can to put something in there that will
make him smile. I think he could use a smile. I feel better today. I have to take an antihistamine a lot but it's helping slowly. My throat still hurts and I have the highest pitched voice in the world currently. My Dad has surgery tomorrow, and it's serious. I can't think about that for right now though because I'll lose my mind if I think about it. So instead, I'll just think about Patrick and him looking up at the sky for me tonight. I told him "chin up" and he said "it already is, because I'm looking at the moon and the sky and looking for you". I told him "if I were in the sky, I'd be in the stars". I miss him. He's my rock and I know he's doing so well up there. I'm very proud of him.
Goodnight moon. Goodnight stars.
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