Thursday, April 21, 2011

Even Convicts Get One

Today was a good day. Not in a "i did this amazing atypical task and rocked the world's socks!" sort of way, but in the normal people doing normal things way. I bought my first piece of real furniture that I intend to keep for years, and it was on sale. (i love ikea. love it love it love it. and also my bestie, Sarah, who helps me make large purchases by offering her minivan, her husband and her companionship on her _anniversary_. she is dedication, and I adore her.) After saying goodnight to my assembly team, I checked the mail and found a piece of junk mail. And a letter from the Virginia Board of Nursing informing me that my application for licensure as an RN is complete; pending receipt of my transcripts from college.

Life is actually moving in a positive direction. I can even almost get the feeling of "something's gotta go wrong cuz I'm feeling too damn good" out of my mind. Almost.

The feeling I can't shake is the one that wants to make a phone call. Just one. To say "life is amazing! I'm going to be a nurse, can you believe it?? Warren's wife is beautiful, you'd love her. Laura's really a go-getter on fire for Jesus. Annie's just incredible.-but I wish you coulda given her driving lessons. ............i love you, daddy."

It's one day shy of being 5 years since I hugged my father. Convicts get phone calls....and I just want one.