I can't sleep.
I haven't spoken with Mr. S since Monday.
I miss him. I miss the little beat my heart skips when his ring comes on. I miss his voice. I miss
I miss him telling me he misses me. I miss him speaking in Portuguese so fast I don't really catch
I just miss him.
I get so funky when I can't talk to him.
Jail is stupid.
What the heck happened to the sixth amendment people? This is freaking ridiculous. Drug dealers spend less time in jail than my husband.
If you will do me a little favor? Send some prayers up for us that we'll hear something this week. We need some good news. Thanks in advance! I know we are so close. I am trying really hard to be patient.
SO, deep breath. Positive thoughts. LOTS of positive thoughts. And dreams of my husband. My warm, snuggly husband. **sigh**
Five for Fighting
I just love you
It's not about the Bones and Booth thing. But this song is good.