long distance longing.

last week i was talking to my lovah boy and the connection was really awful. with a pricey calling card ticking away, a longer-than-usual delay and muffled noises can be beyond frustrating. forget the little pieces of your day(s) that you want to share...you just want to be able to spit out a complete sentence and hear one in return! anyway, i was asking him what items he'd like in a care package and he was saying that he needs contact solution, magazines are always nice, and "jgkhdgfdhg."

"wait, what's that, babe?" i asked.

"kdhfsjhfsjd."

{repeat twice.}

finally: "i'm really having trouble hearing you. what'd you say??" my irritation was rising...and audible.

"i said, 'can you put yourself in a package?'...because that's really all i want."

oh. that's what he said.

i'm pretty sure my giggling was just as sweet to hear on both ends.

you can't endure any of this junk unless you can laugh. it's the little, happy moments that you have to cling to, and this boy makes a lot of those happy moments happen.

{my penpal.}