rolo

I am sitting here at my desk (in a very lonely hallway back in the haunted surgery wing) waiting for this day to be over and eating Rolos. No, I do not NEED to eat the Rolos. This is not the point. I am in fact, eating them, and thinking about the last time I did. Rex and I were driving from Utah to Texas on our "honeymoon" and in our snack bag were chips, pineapple pieces, sunflower seeds, and rolos. I am instantly taken back to the moments we shared on that journey and how I was so at ease being with him, but still unsure of my role as a wife. I do not think that I felt the gravity of the situation yet, and was just in a cloud of happiness. ( note: I remain blissfully happy, but the day I FELT like I was a wife had not come). Sitting next to me on that some 24-28 hour trip was a guy that had driven the same said distance to load all of my crap, marry me, and drive me back ..all within a weeks time frame. He was amazing then, and continues to amaze me with his love for me and all of the cute things he does or says throughout the day. I know that even though times of struggle do await us, I am overjoyed that I have a partner to shoulder the burden with me.