It was good getting to tell Matt about how much the rushing comments irritated me. He and I shared a good laugh and a collective eff off to nay-sayers.

Then when I woke up this morning, there was a present in my inbox. He wrote the most amazing, long email to me. It's over 1,100 words long. Rereading it now, I just... wow. *blush* Yeah. Enough said.

We spent the morning talking about how excited we were, and talking each other down about our only minor concern - border security. We both know 1.1 million people make it through every day. And, at worst, he'd have to return home, so I try to not think of it, but that tiny bit of 'what if?' makes my throat catch. I don't think 2 months here is suspiciously long, and I pray they don't hardass him in San Francisco, but... but.

No, I won't worry about it. I will acknowledge it can happen, that I will relax more once he's here, but I refuse to worry about what-if's.

And he'll keep reassuring me, same as I reassure him.

I love you so much, sweetheart.



P.S. I will probably still need some handholding and reassurances as he flies here. XD Be prepared.