Love is a many splendored thing.

Yep, that pretty much sums it up. Why do I say this you ask?
Because I woke up to my phone ringing this morning and
what, you ask, was so special about that? I answer the phone
with a groggy, coarse voice and mumble something faintly resembling
"hello?" and in response i get, "Good Morning Baby, did I wake you?"
Now really, how could you NOT love waking up to that?
He says that he hates to wake me up, but I love it.
I love that his voice is the first thing I hear in the morning.
I just can't wait until he is here (11 days btw) and I
can hear his voice in person first thing in the morning.

You know what? I'm in love.

Hopeless,
Squeeky