two hundred and fourteen.

Two hundred and fourteen days.
Today I wanted these two hundred and fourteen days to be gone.
For June 22 {or maybe June 23…} to be here.
I wanted to have a date with J that doesn’t end with him walking down the sidewalk to his truck and back across town. And me watching from the door until he’s safely in his truck with a heavy heart – wishing he could have stayed for just ten more minutes.  Which of course would never be long enough.  I wanted to watch a movie in my house without pestering a roommate to be home so he can be over.

But.  I know that I don’t really want what I wanted.  Eh?  It’s late.  Thankfully.  I love these days.  I love that I only see him about three times a week.  It’s special.  It’s the highlight of my week.  And I also love this time of “singleness” – of ten o’clock Target runs with roommates and sitting around the table with girls with open and honest hearts.  Of staying up however late I want to finish homework – not worrying if I’m keeping anyone up.  And of going home this week for the last Thanksgiving by myself.

I will make it my ambition to soak up these two hundred and fourteen days.  To be present for them.  To enjoy being engaged, short & sweet dates, and community with roommates. Because these days are going to be gone before I know it. At least that’s what they’ve been saying…


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