Blah Day

Dear April 12,

You are not a Monday, but you aren't even close to a weekend.

You are gloomy and grey and raining, and I need it to be warm and sunny.

You didn't let me sleep a wink last night, there was way too much running through my mind.

You are the beginning of Landon's week and a half of tests in stupid Provo.

You are 72 days away from my wedding, which seems like an eternity right now.

You are such a blah day.

Sincerely,

Beth