His flight is leaving on time. Thank you GOD!!! I was so freaked out that the storm would screw things up. Oh please please please don't let him get a lot of turbulence from this thing. He'll be so freaked. AGH!!!

I'll breathe.

Tomorrow.

Until tomorrow however I plan on blow drying my hair beautiful, clothing, makeup, and trying to actually eat something. I say try because the fact that he's actually coming has just hit me. And it's freaking the hell out of me. Every little thing that I'm nervous about has been tossed into the limelight right now.

Oh well... Least grandma's making fried chicken for Will lol He'll love it. She's doing a big southern country dinner. When I called her last night to see who in my family will be at this grand inquisition into his character, she said, "He's a big boy and big boys need good hearty farm food." That made me feel good. There was this real affectionate tone to how she said it. Made me happy.

AND, who all's coming for Dinner Sunday is a small group so I don't have to worry about overloading Will. Easy as hell to do in my family lol People can get lost in the chaos no problem lol It'll just be my cousin Martha, my aunt Carol, uncle John, and grandma. No Lisa and Aaron (cousin and bf), no Matt and Alise(cousin and gf), no Josh (Martha's friend), no Bob and Rita (grandma's neighbor's). So I know he'll make it somehow lol

Okay.

Relax shoulders.

Imagine a peaceful place.

Breathe.

Whenever my heart stops skipping beats that is.