Okay so tomorrow is actually happening.
The drum 🥁 is packed and ready.
I'm not nervous. I'm a little nervous.
Tried on 3 outfits. 5 outfits. It was 5.
She's going to carry me in the drum tomorrow
and honestly? I wouldn't want to be
anywhere else.
Tomorrow I get to see her smile in person.
That's kind of That's really something. ♥
Dear Nandini,
I've been making room in here for extra butterflies — yours AND mine.
Please carry gently tomorrow.
The contents are fragile (and a little smitten).
One more sleep, Nandini.
Tomorrow the drum arrives at your door,
carried by you, holding me,
and a full Saturday of us begins.
Sleep well tonight. Tomorrow's ours.