I'm sitting here on the couch . . .

. . . and I REALLY need to work on my legal brief. It's due on Monday, worth a whole heck of a lot of my writing grade and, well, what I am going to be doing for the rest of my life so I should get good at it. But all I can think about is . . . Joe and cookies. I miss Joe. OK, I know he needs his "man time" and to be honest, he's a lot happier after playing basketball with the boys. Sure their team never wins, but it makes him happy and that makes me happy. He goes and plays, I stay and "do homework." Sounds like a perfect solution right? Yes. Meg, get back to work, you are wasting your time. I know, I know, but all I want is for Joe to come home so we can make cookies. Should I eat cookies? Probably not. Goodness knows a law student's lifestyle isn't the most active. I purposely park in the farthest parking space, just to make sure I get in the most possible steps in my day. Isn't that sad? I'm trying to get steps in, not miles? Oh my. I've gone down hill. Yeah, certainly don't need the cookies. But oh, they taste so good, and making them with Joe is the best thing ever. He's the cookie monster. That man can eat more sugar than a sugar plum fairy. And it makes him so stinking happy when they come out of the oven. It's just so dang cute. He's like a little kid. And then it makes me think that someday we will have kids. And then my heart gets really big because then I think of what Joe will be like as a father and I know, well, he's going to be the best Dad ever. I hope I can be a decent mom. Our kids will probably LOVE him and just deal with me. But that's OK. It's going to be great. It makes me smile. He always makes me smile. Except when he's sad. He just walked in the door. His team lost again. The season is over. He just frowned. He's so cute when he frowns. Yeah, I'm completely smitten with him. I never thought I would let myself care so much about a person, but I just can't help it. He makes life so good.

Ok. I'm sorry for the mushiness. I'm really not trying to brag. It's just, a year ago I was lonely and not very happy. And when I have to do things that stress me out, like write this brief, I think about the happy things. It's what gets me through.