You know the term, "music to my ears?" I've decided that Josh's voice is like music to my ears. It must be all of the phone conversations. I have always appreciated his singing voice, but I never realized how nice his speaking voice is. I told him this yesterday when he called and he laughed at me and told me that I would think that about any man that I loved. Maybe he's right, but I still think he has one of the nicest voices.

Mrs. Anderson is in England now. I know it's ridiculous but I'm a little jealous. I know, she's his mom, but I wish I were the one visiting him. Anyway, she took the Salt Lake City sweatshirt I bought for him with her, and he was calling to thank me for it. He said it smells like me, I guess from being packed in my suitcase. He said he was wearing it and I couldn't help but be glad that he would be able to smell me all day.

As our conversation was wrapping up he said, "Nicole," in a soft, low voice that makes my heart do flip flops. He said, "I want you to know I'm going crazy missing you." I told him I felt the same way and glanced at the calendar to see how much longer I have to be without him. Ten more weeks to go. Somehow I will get through this.

I'm heading up to Manhattan tonight to hang with Jennifer. I was going to go last night but she found out at the last minute that she had to spend the day rehearsing for a small play she's doing, so we decided I'd go up tonight. She thinks this will help take my mind off of missing Josh, but I think being in New York will make me miss him more. We'll see.