When my best friend and I were in high school, we occupied lengthy British Literature classes by flying note-bearing paper airplanes back and forth when the professor turned his back. Seven years older and wiser, we still use airplanes to connect...but instead of throwing them, we board them.
My sweet Gabriel spent Saturday evening, after realizing how down I was, at his desk in Iraq searching for the one thing that would cheer me: a last-minute flight to my best friend in California, a little spring break. He insisted that I go, even calling all three airlines on my itinerary to make sure I'd have a window seat, my absolute favorite. I am not entirely certain what I did to deserve a guy this sensitive, supportive and loving...but I'm not going to spend time analyzing that. Instead I will simply pack my bags and head into the sunshine that is my very best friend's arms.
Four packed days of midterms and then it will be one week of all girl time and Santa Cruz sunshine. :)