I will tell you something crazy.

Just yesterday I had to sit myself down, focus my thoughts on breathing, brace myself against the demands of the coming months.  I worked on my calendar.  I plotted and schemed and found some assurance in the small moments I carved out.

And then this morning I woke him up on my way to work and now, now after work I will rush from Gretna to my apartment, throw a few things: my red dress, sparkly flats, sleeping bag, mittens-- these things I will throw into the suitcase that is still unpacked from our weekend in Texas and I will drive into the night so that I can see this boy that has me wildly foolish in the morning.

Why?

Because I simply cannot wait fourteen more days.  Actually, I can.  But where's the fun in that?

You might see me.  Barreling down the road singing loudly with Runaway Train.  And most definitely grinning.