26 More Days of Winter

There are 26 more days

until I become a Simpson.

There are 26 more days 

of falling asleep on the couch,

waking up at 1:30,

having to stumble through the dark,

say goodbye,

and go to sleep alone.

There are 26 more days

of living at my parent's house.

The house I grew up in.

The house I don't get to call mine anymore.

There are 26 more days

of just kissing.

There will be no more rules

no more boundaries

and no more worries.

There are 26 more days

of having a short commute to work

and a long, long one to school.

There are 26 more days 

of being a member of the Welby 3rd.

Of my precious nursery kids

that I've basically fallen in love with.

Of my wonderful Stake President

who basically saved my life.

There are 26 more days

until I get to cook my own meals,

clean my own apartment,

and live with my best friend.

There are 26 more days 

until I have to make my own life.

I have to learn to become a wife.

Scott's wife. My favorite person, ever.

There are 26 more days left of Winter.

I can't imagine a more terrifying

or exciting thing.