It’s 11 o’clock on a Friday evening and I’m curled up in bed with some sweet herbal tea, trying to fight off what remains of this horrific bug. It seems that everyone at work has caught some version of it. Some, like myself, were hit harder than others, but I’m confident that I will be fully better on Monday, after a complete weekend of rest.

One thing that will make this weekend more restful also makes me sad – S. is out of town for the next 10 days. He’s going on a pretty amazing trek with some friends for his spring break (which doesn’t align with mine whatsoever). That means I’m on my own. I have quite a few IEPs to write, so I’ll be up to my elbows in work and herbal tea all weekend.

It’s amazing what moments in life can strike you as being “wow” moments. This evening, as S. was packing, he told me that he’s not *excited* about this vacation, but more stressed about forcing himself to socialize, instead of relaxing, or seeing this as a true adventure. Here comes the moment – he said that it would be totally different if I was going. And he actually seemed like he meant it! Either he knows all the right things to say in the right way to make me believe it, or he really is as crazy about me as I am him. I have felt that way about every trip I’ve taken since meeting him. It’s okay, but not the same without him. It’s funny, we’ve been together three years, and we are so very happy and in love. But tonight, he just told me he loves me in the most convincing way possible, without even uttering those three words. And now he’s going to read this and think I’m insane. But really, I love him so very much and he makes my heart melt in silly, sappy ways.

Also, I’m sick – that makes me more emotional (Funny that I feel the need to apologize for emoting. I think that in itself says as much about me as the rest of this post combined).