It seems like I should be in the hospital waiting room while she's delivering her first child, and pass out blue cigar bubblegum to all the family and friends when the nurse comes in and says, "It's a big, healthy boy!". Like there should be a picture of us in her hospital room, her baby in her arms.
But the reality is that we are in two different states.
And it's killing me.
75% of my life has been spent with Kim. She is my yo. My B.F.F. My peep. My dawg.
Because one of the 25 text messages I got from her today said, "Have you SEEN the price of SAFFRON?!"
I miss you muchly, my Mary Margaret. So, so muchly.