I never seem to sleep well the night before I travel. Not from stress and not from nervousness, but from the shear giddyness that overwhelms my system.
Basically, the conversation I had with my mom earlier this afternoon sent me into girlish squeals.
“So do you think he’ll kiss you?”
“Hmm… We’ve talked every night on the phone since we met. So I don’t think I’d be surprised if he did.”
“Well, I sure hope he does! You deserve a good smooch after flying to Tennessee to see him!”
Haha… But even if he doesn’t… Aw, who am I kidding?! Of course I want him to!