Got lots of cleaning done and bought car insurance, now making my nails pretty while I wait for my Adam to get here. Can’t wait to cook dinner and watch Walking Dead, and spend the night with no more san events hanging over our heads. Of course the next few days, weeks, months, even years will be rough but the funeral has passed and Adam handled it so gracefully and I admire him so much for being so strong.
I love him so much I can’t even contain myself sometimes.
The funeral is tomorrow and it kills me to see Adam in so much pain. Im just grateful that i can be here for him even if being there is all i can do
I hear my mom shrieking downstairs, shouting up to me about “THE CATS! THE CATS!”
I run downstairs, thinking someone has died or something and see THIS:
I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO PUNCH SOMETHING TO GET OVER THE ADORABLENESS