the soles of your shoes are all worn down.

{worst.  day.  ever.}

september 16th, 2009

i'm so thrilled that i know that i have already experienced the worst possible day ever.

it can only go up from there, right?

i haven't forgotten one detail about that day,

the day we packed up your stuff and dropped you at a curb.

i remember pretending to be mary poppins with your luggage

as we packed up your life in the back of the explorer.

i remember putting mr. spence {our little friend we stole from the movie theaters that summer}

and planning to slip him into your hand at the last minute.

and i remember hating myself four seconds after

pulling out of the mtc when mr. spence was still hanging out in my back pocket.

i remember seeing a movie

and hating it.

i remember watching glee.

and loving it.

and i wrote you a letter that night.

and cried.

obviously.

so much has changed.

but really.

i just miss you.

and i never want to be apart for an entire year again.

6 months more, sister wightman

and then you will be my courtie.

forever.