In case you missed it, read this.
Giving up on National Office was one of the hardest decisions I've ever had to make. And I know I did the right thing, so I try not to be too sad about it. But sometimes I remember, and that sucks.
Like when I get a package that was mailed a while ago, with a "Rayne Trained" t-shirt and a card wishing me luck at Nationals.
Or when someone says something about "My Plate" and my stomach drops and I think, "I have to look that up!" only to realize that I don't.
Or when someone announces at an Collegiate FFA meeting that I'm running for National Office, and I have to correct them in front of everyone.
Or when I find a giant stack on National Officer Candidate business cards in my purse. When that one happened, I threw a few at Micah, saying, "I have no use for these anymore."
And you know what he did? I do, cuz he told me the other day when I was having a hard time dealing with everything changing so fast. He took my business card and put it in his wallet. It was to remind him of the huge sacrifice that I made to be with him.
See why I think he's the greatest? Seriously.
