The Thankful

Mike didn't make it home for Thanksgiving. This was the first holiday we have spent apart from each other. I got a text message from him yesterday while at school telling me we needed to talk. When I called him back he asked me if I was done for the day or if I had another class. I told him I had one more class, and he said to just call him back when I got out. I told him to just tell me what he wanted to say, and he dropped the bombshell. So, I'm crying in the stairwell in Harned Hall. I then call my mom and let her know that my plans for during the day have freed, and I have to go into class. And, I was doing a really bad job of trying to cover my emotions and as SOON as someone asked me what was wrong I turned into a waterfall.

I hate....HATE...absolutely HATE crying in front of strangers. It was so awkward.

But, it just sucked. Mike has been gone for 27 days. I miss him terribly. He is supposed to be home early tomorrow morning, and then our plans go back to normal. It can't get here soon enough.

I am thankful for still being alive.

I am NOT thankful for broken promises, missing people you love, end of the school year, bogged down and stressed out situations, an being sleepy.