June 28th, 2016. I say that now I will not readily forget. I got out of work at 3pm and went to check in at the Marriott in Enfield. I was going to have dinner with a friend, and then I was going to bed. I had to work at 3am. Trying out a new shift. Since I was used to getting up at 4am, I figured why not try the 3am-3pm shift. So I checked in and showered. I was drying off (air drying of course 😊); and my phone made a whistling noise that I hadn’t heard in a long time. I didn’t know what it was at first. I walked over to my phone and it said I had a text from the cop/farmer. What, I could not believe it, I wasn’t sure what to do. I took a second sat down and read a very very long text. My first thoughts were: “I’m so glad he’s ok”! “Where has he been?” “What does he want?” It was an apology for being absent. He said he didn’t expect a response, but he wanted me to know how sorry he was. I could feel that I was smiling. I text back to him. My dinner plans never happened, I ended up texting him until late hours. I ordered room service, and it never arrived. I did not care. That was the very beginning. We made plans to see each other just a few days later. I had July 1-5 off. How perfect. We planned to meet again on July 1st, in the late afternoon. Over the next few days we texted back and forth. I was very relaxed and happy and excited. I didn’t know what we would do, but I was happy to do anything really. I called my two best gals. How did this happen? How did he get back in touch with me. I really was sincerely happy.
I probably on got 4 hours of sleep. But I was floating. Sleep didn’t matter.