and he thinks he's the lucky one...
it's almost perfect. today was alright. school was ok. For some reason I kept looking around and finding myself in *your arms. I kept hearing *you tell me how beautiful I am. It was great. Church didn't go so good tonight. The little 7th grade girls in my class wouldn't stop talking. My husband threw sissors at one girl and she wouldn't stop talking after that either. I'm busy talking to a very important boy, so I have to cut this short. Love!