Jordan will be home on February 12, I'm told, so from here until then, I have to figure out how to occupy my time. I almost sound silly, and maybe I am when I say I miss him. Because I know what it's like to really miss him, and the feeling is nothing close to what I'm feeling now. I guess it's just the sadness of going to bed alone that really makes his absence real. It's okay. This is okay. I shouldn't be sad about it, I should look at it as a vacation almost. I should take this week and a half and just pamper myself with baths and books and movies. Saying it like that makes it sound really fun actually.
Happy Groundhogs day, whatever that is.
A lady from church called me the other day while Jamie and I were having lunch. She was just checking up on me and was shocked to hear that I became a Muslim. Then she proceeded to tell me how my religion was wrong and I was being influenced and how I was going to go to hell if I didn't repent, AND that my husband was wrong in supporting me in this. Obviously I missed the memo where Jordan's job is to force me into his religion. lol Jordan got a kick out of that one. No, so basically, I just got another earful of what my own family has been telling me. It's not really hurtful anymore, just irritating. I don't go around telling them how ridiculous they look worshiping a symbol of torture and praying to a zombie instead of Allah. Whatever.
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