Bless MisterMadly's heart for calling me before I go to sleep and when he wakes up in the morning, but his calls are just making me miss him more.
I had a dream that I won the lottery, flew him down here and then took off to Costa Rica by ourselves for Christmas. It seemed so real that when I woke up this morning I actually cried because it was a dream.
This is the most miserable Christmas ever.
