Cory and I try to skype for at least a little bit at night. His school is in the middle of no where (in other words. NO cell service), and with classes and all that, communication is always patchy.
Seeing myself in that little video box always gives me a bit of a fright. I dont realize how bad it is till the evidence is staring at me. I avoid mirrors during the week. After the usual monday of waking up at 5:45 am, chasing 4 little children all day, cleaning up after said children, and trying to convince them to eat their green beans, those little dark circles appear under my eyes, and my hair.....well. Lets not even talk about that.
But. Cory always tells me I'm beautiful. What a guy. He really knows how to cheer this girl up.
I love him.
He loves me too. Which is really great! I still dont really know why....but hey. You're not gonna hear me complain. Maybe he thinks I have good child bearing hips. Or that I'll be able to turn things around in the cooking arena and become a chef.
But no. Actually. He really likes me for being me.
I still dont get it.
But hey...still no complaining here.
Gee I miss his face.
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