Thursday, March 3, 2011

I have proof...

...that you're on your way to me (or that your on you're way to me).

T-1: We have lift off


It feels like you've been on another planet, or me orbiting some on some strange satellite. Occasionally I heard your voice, even made out your grainy pixellated image.

But this is the real thing. About bloody time too.

Houston, we don't have a problem.

Baby, we made it.

xxx

crossing the finishing line...

I love you xxx