it's 12:42 a.m. on monday morning. memorial day. here's a grainy instagram of me "thumbs-upping/ pointing at" nick falling asleep with his headphones still on.
in a few hours' time i'll be hopping in the car and driving back to salt lake city for my sister's graduation party.
i should be going to sleep. if i'm not doing that, i should be finishing my essay.
but i'm not.
i'm awake. i've set all obligations and responsibilities aside for a minute, i'm perusing pinterest, doing all things internets and freaking loving it because it's all mine.
no little nieces to make cupcakes with. no in-laws to speak to. no puppy to climb all over me. no husband to talk to or watch Dr. Who with. nobody.
don't get me wrong- i love nicky pants more than anything. it's been a year and two months since we got married, and i still consider us in the "honeymoon" phase because, honestly, i still get butterflies and grin like a fool when all he does is walk into my office at work just to say hi. and when i am away from him for longer than a few hours (every day), i run into his arms and kiss his face as soon as i get the chance. i look forward to my nightly cuddling and good morning kisses. i live for moments like those.
but this moment, all to my own self, just me, only i, nobody else, all alone, personal time is mine.
and i love it.