Amagah!

I'm somewhat confident that I have, hands down, the most depressing blog updates out of anyone I know. Well, maybe not. However, my posts usually are not what one would consider cheerful. So it's way past my bed time (work tomorrow) but I had the urge to write something. My better half decided today to send me some text messages with regards to dwarfs. I don't know what it is about the beginning of the show "Little People, Big World" but it cracks me up. I also decided to look through old pictures that a special someone sent me and I really wish that circumstances would have been different (i.e., there would have been no need to send me pictures of your change from Loretta to Troy because I would've been there). The above named events spurred more thoughts of home and the lady waiting for me there. I started to think about my past trip home, which involved small things like taking Rhianna to get her 'army card' and watching CSI on the couch.

Today I watched a show I enjoy very much called "Chuck". The newest episode had a guy that was released from prison. So and so events occur, etc, but one of the characters said something to the effect of how simple things are taken for granted by people that experience them all the time. Being able to have dinner every night with the one you love, sleeping with a space heater and waking up to a cute kitten wanting attention are just a few of the things that I dream about being able to live again. 1 year, 11 months 1 day, 1 hour, 28 minutes and 30 seconds (not that I'm counting) until I can move on to the better part of my life.

I love you Rhianna Brooke Fair, I cannot wait to be home with you again, and in a couple years, forever.