Hitting Me

On Wednesday (which I guess was only yesterday, it just feels like longer) it hit me.  Like for real.  I'm leaving.  So I went to lunch with Miss Erica Ruth and oh. my gosh. I love her!  She's that friend that is life long, and even when we don't see each other for years we still have the best time ever.  And it is never awkward.  And she is just so beautiful and everything about her makes me happy.  For real.

And then to continue with the "I leave in a week" partying, I went to the Jazz game.  In which the Houston Rockets were slayed.  And Shay lost his voice via highly entertaining enthusiasm.  And Ike is the best and totally makes me feel better about Valentine's Day and boy missing.  He is great like that.  And I use "and" a lot, and I don't care!

Also (heh!) after the Jazz game, riding Trax back to Sandy, I met the most adorable girl.  From Salmon, Idaho.  She's four.  And she sells eggs to make money.  Because she has 25 chickens.  She is just visiting.  I loved her.

Then today, I woke up to a text from that darn missing boy!  Who said I am lucky he doesn't have a car right now, or he would be down seeing me this weekend.  How exactly does that make me lucky?  Yeah... I didn't get it either.  I would actually say extremely unlucky, because a year and a half is a long time not to see a boy as great as him.  And I'm not entirely ready for good bye.  And he will probably be married, even though I told him not to.  Bleh.

We had a sister date.  Laurie and I.  Because she took off work today.  Our last one pretty much.  We got pedicures and manicures and drove all over town, and it hit me more.  I'm leaving.  And she's getting married tomorrow.  And I had to speak at the wedding dinner.  I had shaky knees and cried.  It hit me again.  This stuff is hard so I'll probably just sleep.