… and that’s worst case scenario.
It will be 8 PM Saturday. I will be at the store, watching a bunch of very gifted gamers try and win some bank playing Halo 2. The bracket will count down ’til there’s no one left, and I’ll know what’s happening kinda.
Then Danielle will walk through the door and Halo will never have mattered so little! (Except I have to remain somewhat professional … darn!)
Yeah, she’s meeting me at the game store this weekend since I have to work the whole day doing a Halo 2 Tournament, which, so that Matt doesn’t panic, IS some of the most fun that we have at the store no doubt! So if you want to meet the love of my life, you know where to be and when to be there .. look for the sappy grin you can see a mile away!
But really, we talk every night now, and one of us will give a wake up call to the other every morning now. How cool is that! Even if we’re 100 miles apart, she’s the last voice I hear every night, and the first voice I hear every morning. No, she’s not here, I could only wish for that, but it has to be the sweetest thing there could be. All this and technically, our love is but a little over a month old (if you count phone calls). I’m glad that has the prefix technically, cause love isn’t technical, it defies logic, and breaks every law of physics. When it hits, it’s a stronger principle then any of those things.
And now, it’s only 46 hours 45 minutes. Say a prayer that it doesn’t snow much until she’s here for me, k? 
