Never thought I'd say this but. . . Help!

It's in three months. . .

The moment I've been waiting for

for 2 years.

I will see Elder Gibson.

3 months.

Not only are we in the single digits,

but the single syllables too.

What am I going to do?

I've pictured this day a million

billion

kazillion

times

in my head.

I've DREAMED about this moment,

starting the day he left.

But come on, I don't honestly know a thing.

I don't know how I'll react.

I don't know how he'll react.

I don't know what day it will be.

I don't know if I'll sleep the night before.

Will I get off work?

Will I be out of school?

Will it matter?

Will I spend a day with him?

Will it only last an hour?

Will I be allowed to hug him?

What will I say to him?

What will he say to me?

Will he be awkward with me?

Should I have someone else there,

to make him more comfortable?

Will I have to call him first?

I always pictured us meeting at the temple grounds.

I don't know why, that's just where my dreams put us.

But I don't even know if that's the place I'll see him

for the first time in 2 years.

I'm sending off his last package soon.

Last package.

What am I going to do?

I guess I'll fall back on the two things that have kept me going all this way.

I'll pray,

then I'll wing it.

Wish me luck. . .

3 months. . .