Yes we finally met and I am so happy and greatful for this opportunity. Every night I would toss and turn thinking of what it would be like to be in his hug. Then some days I would think of all the things we do together from sun up to sun down. The day I met him I was so nervous and my tummy was in pure butterflies. As I grabbed the door at the airport. I engulfed some air to be able to speak to him with out shaking. The more I kept reading all the gate signs the more my hands trembled. I felt sick, worried, good , bad , alone, scared, and over whelming emotion. He told me to look for a blanket that he would be holding from the flight. God there was so many people and my eyes would bounce from hand to hand. I told him what I would be wearing which is some dark jeans, a pink shirt and my hair in curls all over. I told him I would be the goofball with his initial on my shirt. So as people started to disappear, I wondered where could he be and my heart just pumped and pumped. I could