I woke up at 5:30 a.m. and by 1:46 p.m., I hadn't slowed down once.
I'm feeling overwhelmed with the work load on my plate right now.
Haven't brushed my hair.
Haven't brushed my teeth (and I was a dental hygienist for 12 years so that's something I highly frown upon.)
I even found myself dancing around like a little kid while I was working this afternoon because I had to go pee so bad, but didn't have the time for it.
In fact, I've been doing this for weeks now and am probably going to be doing it for awhile longer.
Normally Josh is here to slow me down.
To pull me away from the computer long enough to catch my breath.
To make me laugh. (I wonder how many days it has been since I laughed?)
But at 1:47, while frantically searching my hard-drive for a photo I needed for class, I stumbled across this...
I don't even remember taking it but my shooting information said that I took it back in April of 2009.
Must have been one of those weekends that we spend at the new, old house, trying to fix it up before we moved in.
It was about 25 miles from where we were living at the time, but we spent every single weekend there working on it for months.
I used to be so excited when we pulled in the drive-way every Friday night and so sad when we locked the door behind us every Sunday evening before heading back home because the old, new house didn't feel like home anymore and the new, old house did so I didn't want to leave it.
We slept on the floor in sleeping bags, ate take-out almost every night and made at least 40 trips to Lowe's every weekend.
And Josh always sat out on the front porch at the end of the day with a beer, waiting for me to join him. It was the best part of the day.
Have been staring at this shot for probably 15 minutes now.
It's the first time I've stopped to really breathe all day.
And it's the first time I've smiled.
I might even run downstairs to go pee now.
And if you're reading this Josh Downs...You're the best part of my day, every day - even when you're not here.