Loved.

For the past two days, I have been woken up, almost every hour, by someone calling, "just to see how you're feeling", which is nice. Really, nice, but not calling six times a day.

Anyway, so I was grumpy, because I am missing class, behind in my school work, which I am trying to keep up with, but I'm just so exhausted from whatever mysterious disease my poor body is striken with, and people keep calling me.

So my momma shows up at my house this evening, carrying about six Walmart bags containing:

-2 cases of Gatorade. One red, one blue, because she couldn't remember which one I liked.
-5 cans of soup, in various brands and flavors.
-A can of Lysol
-2 big cans of Lysol wipes
-A giant bottle of Germ-X
-A box of Oreos for my caretakers
-And lastly, a book for me to read

My mom is so sweet and thoughtful.

And to top it all off, my dear, sweet, handsome fiance brought me a Cookies & Cream milkshake from Chick-fil-a.

I am loved.