{waiting rooms}

i'm currently sitting at a facial and oral surgery suite waiting for ian to get out of surgery.

happy spring break to him, he's getting his wisdom teeth cut out.

i don't like the waiting.  it's been an hour, which i know isn't a long time, but it feels like a long time just sitting here.  i've tried to be productive.  i've finished my ktip assignment for student teaching, i've caught up on some random homework i've been putting off, i've sat here and prayed.  i'm just ready to see him.

waiting rooms are always interesting places though.  is it weird to like the hope and prayer surrounding them?

i just watched a high school boy (clearly nervous for his upcoming surgery) pray with his mom.  it was just precious.

i know lots of people have wisdom teeth surgery each year, but that doesn't change my nerves.  i'm ready to see my boyfriend, take him home, and watch him hopefully peacefully sleep...