It's one of those days... where I can't decide if I feel good or not. I may feel some sort of illness coming on. Nevertheless, I have a few minutes before Monday check-in, so I will brief you on my days post-last-post...
Thursday night I started in on my next class... Psychopathology. Although it appears the teacher will keep us there the entire 4 1/2 hours for the full nine weeks, I trust it will be an interesting class and I've already gotten a lot out of it. In fact, later on today if I have time, I will share some of my absorptions from first class.
Friday night, I took Mike out to dinner. I'm finally to the point where I have some extra money and wanted to at least do something for him for all he's done for me. We went to Red Lobster and stuffed ourselves. Afterward, we rented "John Q" and snuggled on the couch. I love nights like that.
Saturday, we made the trip to Plattsmouth to pick out wedding bands. It took about 15 minutes for both of us to decide what we wanted; we're simple people - especially compared to the salesgirls who donned the biggest rings I've ever seen. One girl had on a 3.8 karat diamond and the other's was well over 4 karats. They were kind enough to let me hold them and try them on. They weren't really me, (but I may be able to get used to one). On the way home we stopped by my mom's to let Truman play with Durango, Levi's Visla. Then it was off to Ribfest that night where we met up with Mike's old friends Troy and Kelly. It was a beautiful night and after stuffing ourselves, we sat around for awhile, complaining of how full we were, then decided Zesto's sounded pretty good. Go figure. I was happy to get home, but as I lay in bed, an old familiar feeling came upon me. Yes, a sad feeling and I desperately needed to feel Mike's arms around me. I asked him to do this and immediately felt safe to let the tears pour out. He held me and let me cry for a long time. The silly thing is, I don't know what in the world I was crying for. Even sillier is the fact that this is a repeated act in my life. When speaking with Jan about it a long time ago, she alluded it was a cleansing/healing type of thing resulting from keeping too much inside for too long. The good news is, I woke up Sunday morning feeling happy and especially thankful for Mike. I love him. Accordingly, we made love.
After the bliss was through, we went to Barnes and Nobel to purchase a birthday gift for his mom, had bagels and hot chocolate at Panera's and headed to my mom's to meet my family for the trip to Mike's sister's in Omaha for the first meeting of our two families. After deciding who would ride with whom, we began our journey and were all greeted at the door by Mike's nephew Ben. I must say everything went smoothly and I think we all got along well. Mike's sister, Mary, was a great host and everyone felt comfortable. I returned home drained, but after showering and lighting some candles, happy to be laying in bed with Mike, in my favorite room, our dark, blue bedroom.
