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but all of it was made up for when he came home. that day was probably the worst/best day ever. i had no idea when i would be able to see warner cause i was anti going to the airport and being the most awkward human in front of everyone just shaking his hand and stuff. luckily melissa and anna relieved some stress by taking me to the chickenfila--then again that was also pretty stressful cause we saw one of warners mission friends at the mall shopping (they came home on the same flight) and i about had a heart attack knowing warner was somewhere in provo. i got my hair done (of course i couldn't let myself do my hair wrong on a day like that), then the sitting began. i went home and sat... and sat, tried to read--didn't work, sat some more. who would have thought getting work off on that day would have been the worst decision ever. finally i got a text from his family saying he couldn't get released till later. LATER? i was freaking out but trying to contain myself in a ladylike manner. i think i passed out a few times before i got a call after ten from warner. we were going to meet up. of course when i got there he wasn't there, and he had no cell phone, so i had no way of contacting him. pretty sure i got out of my car and walked around the parking lot like a loon, then i turned around and he was right there (he definitely had been on the other side of the park). it was pretty unexplainable after that, we hugged, we laughed, we freaked out, we talked till way later than a missionary is used to, and were just the most happy humans. thanks for making me that happy every day since then warner, happy one year!
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