logging off

Robert, In your message (from 2 days ago) you said that you were going to do a talk but I logged off too early. I had been on the mail for 2 hours. I can't tell if you are on the computer so I generally wait for you to request to talk to me. I wish I would have stayed just a little bit longer. Maybe it was good that I left because I had my math final the next day. You are correct, the computer system here limits me. I still wish I could write better though. Writing has never been my strong suit. I don't think it will ever be. Lab aids: actually only one of the lab aids has become what I would consider a friend. This is the lab aid that I don't know his name. I really wish I did. We have full fledged conversations and I have no idea who he is. This is the one that served his mission in New Mexico. He is married (4 years?) and has two children. I also wonder how they survive financially. He is the only one with kids though. I guess the job he has here is great to one he had in logan. I think it was a wheat packing company, I am not sure. I guess you do what you can. He still has a couple more years to go in school. His wife might work, I don't know. I know that he commutes from Ogden, she picks him up a lot of times, though I have never seen her. Enough about whatever-his-name-is. I love YOU! My love for you grows everyday, but I can say that sometime between last night and this morning it grew by leaps and bounds. I am not sure what triggered it (if anything). I just moved to a new plateau of realization. I have never been this committed to someone before. Not that I didn't know this before, but . . . I just can't explain it. I love you. I just kept looking at your picture and talking to you about it, but of course you weren't responding. You probably wouldn't have responded if I were talking to the real life Robert Husted either. Words can't express this delightful change. I am not saying that my previous state was bad, I just feel really happy and I love you so much. Too bad I didn't feel the same way about my finals. Master's Degree: Robert, this is something WE need to discuss. In your letter you said that I might want to go for my Master's Degree before we have children. I really don't have a desire to do this. The only reason I would have done this before is because I wouldn't have been married. Robert, I really want to have a family. Maybe I am just baby hungry, but I thought that you wanted a family too. I am already going to wait until I get my bachelor's. Maybe we can talk about this when you come up. Talk about monkey-wrenches. I guess I am just thrown off as you were when I had mentioned getting a Master's in the first place. This just doesn't seem like what we have been talking about. I thought things were going in a different direction. My getting a Master's Degree isn't at the top of MY priorities, we need to review this TOGETHER. I was not and am not in a hurry to get it. It was just something I wanted to get somewhere down the road. I almost regret bringing it up. I don't regret it because we should discuss things like this with each other. Delivery room photos: I am soooooo glad that you don't want to take photos in the delivery room. I think that that is going overboard. I would rather share the moment with you and not the film. Actually, I would rather skip the moment. The pain doesn't sound too inviting. Erics and wondering: I feel bad for Jenn and Lisa. Their relationships are really hazy. It makes me appreciate how clear ours is. I love you for this. You have always been open and honest with me, it makes me want to give you the same respect. They are expecting me at work right now. I still have 5 more letters to respond to so you can answer any that I send you at you liesure. I will be able to write for an hour after work. I have to be back at the Halls at 5:00 so Julia can take me to my appt. I love you. You make me happier than anyone else in the whole world. Because you are the only one that can make me truly happy, you are the only one that can make me sad. You are the only one that could hurt me. I am glad that you have a sweet and caring heart as you do. I trust you, this is why I allow myself the risk of being hurt. But as time passes it is less and less of a risk. I have rambled again. Oops. I must be off. I love you. Wanda