89 (;
Sorry it's been so long. I have been one stressed cookie.
The past few days have not been very boring however. I'll start on Tuesday, since that was when all the madness began.
Well, its Tuesday evening about 4:30 and I am sitting in the living room and I think I hear my phone vibrating in the room down the hall. How I heard that, I have no clue. So I get up and walk in there and of course it really was ringing and it was Derrick. I knew he had been working over the past couple of days because he was so busy at work. Well, he had already called twice and I thought something was up. So I try to call him back and I can't get him. I knew then that something wasn't right. When I finally get a hold of him he's pretty much panting. and growling. lol (not funny.) All I can make sense of is.. "Tristan I hurt my hand. I hurt it bad. I don't know how bad but it hurts so bad I can barely talk." Oh dear. So I try to ask him more questions and figure out whats going on and how bad it is and the kid can barely talk all he's saying is pray. pray. pray. So I head to my praying spot and barely murmur one, I'm so worried at this point. So I call his mom and ask if she's heard from him and of course he had failed to call his momma so I had to be the one to tell her his hand is crushed but I don't know how bad or what is going on. So after a little while I call him back and Bro. Michael had gotten there and they were going to Scottsboro Er. so I headed out. It took what seemed like forever to get there but once I did and headed back there with his mom I saw him layin there in the hospital bed and he squeezed out a smile. I love his smile (: We started asking him about it and at that time he didn't really know how bad it was. So we sat and waited. His mom left in a bit to go out and talk to the people in the waiting room and Derrick started telling me how bad it hurt and everything. I could see the tips of his fingers because they had already wrapped the others up and I could tell it was not a pretty sight. I just kept telling him not to look at them. lol Time rocked on and he went back for xrays and soon we found out that his middle finger is crushed. No work for a while and that is def. not what we wanted to hear seeing that we're getting married in less than 3 months now. But I know that the Lord will come through and help us and supply us with what we need. He is always there for us and I could never praise him enough.
Wednesday after school I was heading out to see my little bum handed fellow and he texts me to tell me that Stew (his brother) was in a car wreck. Thankfully they were all ok but the car is not that pretty. But thankfully they're all ok (: The family was a little shaken up but things could have been so much worse.
Derrick's dad said they were all just going to stay home and in the bed on Thursday so nothing else happened (:
Thursday we went to Stevenson and it was good (:
Friday we went to Hytop for their singing. I had to drive cause bum-hand can't. But that's ok (: Singing was good.
Yesterday we went to Chattanooga to pick out tuxes (: after about 6 hours or more we decided what we were going to get and went back to Derrick's house and laid around and watched football and ate til time to go to church and went back to Stevenson. It was a good testifying service and I enjoyed it so much (:
Today I'm about to get ready for church! We're going to Higdon I reckon unless Derrick has a change of mind (: Haven't been out there and I'm looking forward to it for some reason (: I have to leave in a little over an hour and I haven't stared getting ready yet. My life is great (:
Next Sunday, Oct. 16 is our shower at Griffin (: Can't wait!
We have 89 more days til the wedding and it could not get here soon enough. I love Derrick with all my heart, he's my dearest friend, and I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together!
Til Next Time,
Tristan <3