9:21 Monday Night   4 months. Four Years 2.5 down. 4.5 to go. He's got the passport stuff filled out, which rocks, and all he needs is a passport photo and witness signature. It makes my stomachbutterflies come out of hibernation to think of all the fun we can have when he comes to visit me... From New Zealand to America, across the Pacific Ocean.

burn a CD of good tango-y music, take the boombox down to the basement, and tango until 3 a.m. draw on the walls in the shower Snow angels right afterwards (weather permitting) bubble bath! snowball fight (weather permitting) sledding (weather permitting) make out in front of the fire! (heh heh just kidding?) bible study in front of the fire with hot chocolate! pillow fights wrestle ticklefights play-fight in general? Oh! BARBIES. tea party! Ski (i.e. slide down the bunny hill on our bums) look at the "city" lights until we get too cold write sentence-by-sentence stories!

Good times are on their way. Because he makes me a better person. And he makes me happy. And he brings those butterflies out of dormancy. They flutter full capacity in my stomach whenever he holds my hand. in 11 days it we'll have been "together" for 11 months. Using the interweb and phone cards to bridge the transocean gap. And i am so pathetic for him.