In eleven days, I will see my girl!
I miss her more than I ever thought possible, and it seems to get worse as the countdown gets closer. Don't get me wrong, I am not home wallowing in my despair -- life is very much bustling along here with Cole and Abbey and their busy lives, my new exercise regime, and my struggling attempt to get this blog off the ground. But I miss the every day interactions that Katie and I would have. We have the same quirky sense of humor, love for all things Broadway, and the same need to just connect with each other -- often. She is the child that would text me from middle school and high school just to tell me that she had thought of something funny. Not earth shattering news, or "I forgot my paper. Could you drop it off?", but just funny stuff that crossed her mind. I love that. Lucky for me, those random texts still continue...just from 300 miles away.
In the interest of full disclosure, I did get get to see Katie just three weeks ago when we all went to Parents' Weekend. I was trying so desperately to make it a "perfect" weekend, that at one point, my entire family had to remind me to relax and just enjoy that we were all together. No one had a "perfect" plan in mind, so there was nothing to stress over.
After spending the morning walking around campus, shopping in the bookstore and having lunch, Katie declared that she really just wanted to go back to the hotel with us and take a nap. For the next few hours, she did exactly that. Cole worked on homework, Abbey swam in the pool, and Mike and I got in a quick workout in the gym. After that, we all went out for an amazing dinner full of lots of laughter and some pretty funny stories. It turned out to be a perfect weekend after all.
