Saturday May 26th, 2018
Approximately 157 days to go.
Today was the day if Ambers party and suddenly I was having flashbacks to my own quince party. Her dress was beautiful. Let me tell you something though. Clearly people have no idea how to plan a party and by people I mean everyone other than my tia lissette and my mom. Everyone throughout the day was running around looking like a chicken with its head cut off. We had no clue what was going on. People were being told to do this or that only to be dragged to do something else somewhere else.
Decorations were everywhere a d they were already ruined. Food was everywhere but where it needed to be. Honestly it was a disaster but once we got things going it was pretty cool. I'm just glad no one would be coming to me anytime soon to ask for help. I was out. I was more than happy to go home. I was excited to be able to go back to my bed and talk to him. I hadn't spoken with him all day. I guess you could blame that on the insanity of the party. I just wanted to find my bed throw on one of his t-shirts and fall asleep on the phone with him even if that meant I was the only one sleeping. You see that was something so small that was such a huge deal to me. That one small act made my heart swell with love and admiration and adoration. So many people take the little things for granted or they don't even acknowledge them but for me the small things were the things that lifted my heart and made it beat faster like I was on a sugar rush. He was the person that made it all okay at the end of a very long day.
Days gone: 11
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