an exception to the rules

I know that I have made a rule:

NO BLOGGING ABOUT PERSONAL STUFF

(aka boys)

well, in this case: BOY.

And, also in this case, I am making an exception.

Can't wait for him to come home!

Missing him soo much.

"I don't get many things right the first time. In fact, I am told that a lot. Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls brought me here. And where was I before the day that I first saw your lovely face? Now I see it everyday. And I know that I am, I am, I am the luckiest. What if I'd been born fifty years before you, in a house on a street where you lived? Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike; would I know? And in a white sea of eyes I see one pair that I recognize. And I know that I am, I am, I am the luckiest. I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you. Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties, and one day passed away in his sleep. And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days, and passed away. I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong. That I know that I am, I am, I am the luckiest."

-Ben Folds, "The Luckiest"