My Dearest Joseph

There's something wonderful about surprises, though it's hard to explain the exact emotion you feel when faced with one. The timing of this particular surprise could not have been better. My week hadn't been the best and I was feeling very stressed and then I got a message from my dearest Joseph. He told me he was literally in Chicago on his way to Utah and he would be with me the next afternoon. I honestly couldn't breathe. That night, sleep was not something I got along with.

The next morning came painfully slow and the day dragged on. My eyes wandered to the windows every few seconds, even though I knew he wasn't coming until afternoon. I went about my chores, trying to take my mind off the fantastic day waiting for me, and then a car pulled into the cul-de-sac.

I think I died and went to heaven. (Sorry for the picture through the screen door). That was literally the best day of my entire life up to this point.

I missed him so much.

Look at my adorable little friend. He looks better in my glasses than I do. I had such a fantastic time with him, and though it hurt me more than anything to see him leave again, I wouldn't trade that day for the world.