I am laying on the couch and it feels like my ribs are wrecked.

We killed it on the tube today and now I can barely move.

Everyone flew off and my first thought coming up was if I hurt this bad, I hope Caleb's ok.

His head bobbed up and he screamed.  That was wicked awesome.  Let's do it again.

He is out of control.

My dad and I are recovering by watching one of our favorites.  Grumpy Old Men.  I can't wait to be a grumpy old woman some day.  I already am sometimes.  On the inside of course.

Tomorrow I drive him to the airport because he has meetings in Seattle.  Tomorrow I call the graduate office and sign up for classes.  Tomorrow I talk with my new employer.

Tomorrow is a big day.

I like little days.

But some days have to be big.

I took an extra long shower this morning.  I turned my music up and sat there and let the water pour.  God, I'm ready to let it go.  And I'm ready to be excited about what's next.

I'm just not good at goodbyes, you know?

They scare me.  And they make me cry.

But I've gotten better at hellos.

So hello, next chapter.  Be good to me please.