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Two Weeks

Well, I just got a text saying that Sammy's plane landed in Texas. He's going to Mexico for two weeks to see family for Christmas. It's been a rough past few days and I'm pretty nervous about the next two weeks. But, I'm going to try to stop worrying about him dying and just hope he's having lots of fun. I'm a little sad because I don't get to spend Christmas with him, and I didn't get to see him last Christmas either. But it's all going to be ok.
I tried to fit in his suitcase. Didn't work.

We did a lot the last few days to make up for him leaving! We saw the Hobbit. I was dreading seeing it because I hated the first one. It was sooooo slow and there were no woman in it. And it was three hours!!!! But the second one is a WHOLE lot better. So I didn't mind sitting for the whole time. Plus, we got to the theater really early and while we were waiting to go in, we saw another room was playing the Divergent trailer. So naturally I went in there, watched the trailer, then went to my rightful theater. I felt so cool, I've always wanted to go into a movie I wasn't supposed to haha! And, I saw this.
Hello Four!
Sammy took the picture so it's all good. We also hit up my favorite sandwich place, Which Wich. If you ever get the chance to go to there, I highly recommend it. It's brilliant and tastes so good. This was the picture I drew on the back of my bag.
Vampire Cat
We also went and bought our guest book for our wedding. I think it's pretty cool! Yesterday I was supposed to go to a discussion with the missionaries but they cancelled at the last minute, so I got to spend the night with Sammy which was awesome. I'm going to miss him and keep busy these next two weeks. Counting down the days till he's back in this country! 

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