I feel like crap.

My legs are sore, I’m tired, and I SO don’t want to work tomorrow.

At least this saves Matt from me whining in his ear, it’ll probably pass before he gets home. But I miss him. I hate when he works the late shift - it always feels like he’s NEVER coming home!

I just can’t wait until I’m there, waiting for him to get home. Then I can fall asleep and be sure he’ll wake me up when he gets home. And I’ll have him there to take away the pain, and to hold me until I fall asleep.

I miss him more than words could say. I just hope that this all works out - we’re on the last stretch of waiting and I need him more than ever.