I know I must sound like a broken record, but I'm just so freaking excited! Our visit in November is constantly in my thoughts. It's all I can think about! There's only 22 days left. 3 weeks. He's already packed! It sounds ridiculous, but he bought new clothes (ones that he hasn't worked in and covered in oil and whatever else) and he doesn't want to ruin them like he did everything else, so he packed it all. It's a good idea, but it makes me so nervous!

We're going to start reading another book together (we just finished our first one, and we loved sharing that; we read out loud to each other back and forth) tomorrow and it's a fairly large book. He asked me last night if I though we'd finish it before our trip. At first I was like "Yeah, for sure" but then I remembered how soon it was... three weeks... maybe we won't finish it before then. GEEEZ! It's getting so close!

Anyway, just wanted to rant and continue on about my ever increasing anxiety and excitedness for the 15th of November when, after a whole year of talking, I will come face to face with the person that has changed my entire world for the very first time.