Thursday, April 26, 2012

Waiting.

One year ago, I was waiting for a name tag.  Waiting to see, in a matter of months, counted down by weeks, a little black name tag engraved with Elder on it.  I spent each day in suspense of that name tag coming off, because I was waiting for who I thought was my best friend, my better half, a guy that I thought wasn't anything like anyone else I had ever met.  When the moment came, it wasn't at all what I expected, wasn't at all what I thought it would be
I didn't expect to find myself, a year later, again waiting for a name tag.  But this time, the name tag is mine, a little black plastic square reading Sestra Compare.  And this time, I'm waiting for that name tag to go on.  And when the moment comes, it probably won't be anything like I think it will, but that's to be expected.

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  1. You are a blogging fanatic, and I love this post.

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