"See you in Paris"

"See you in Paris" are the last words I just heard from Shane. He just got his itinerary which, let me just say, is all too perfect. He arrives in Paris at 7:25 am. I get there 9:35 am. Flying from completely different parts of the world and getting there within two hours of each other? Fucking awesome.

And okay I'll admit it. In the half hour or so since Shane called, I've been a little shaky. I also have no appetite, which NEVER happens. And, my heart feels like it might beat out of my chest. I've got another 18 hours of this to gradually build more and more to the point of seeing Shane again.

Will I cry? Probably. I hope I'm at least able to speak and not be too ridiculous. I'll have a lovely 10 hour flight to replay the scene over in my head repeatedly (the same scene that has already had 7 months of playtime in my head), but I really have no clue how it's going to go until I'm in the moment. I'll put my bet on crying though. And blushing. A lot.

I think I'm all ready to go. My bags are packed, I have my "seeing Shane again" outfit picked out(a cute black/white dress of course), and I've never been more mentally prepared as I am now. I'm leaving here in a couple of hours for the airport. I can't wait to get on that damn plane.

Paris, here I come!

PS: Just a note for those of you reading along...Thank you for all of the support. I will be back in two weeks to pick up from here and fill you in on how everything goes, complete with pictures! Cheers!