Mother Nature didn't freak out today.

The most vivid childhood memory I have is summer night walks with my dad. The smells of dying BBQ charcoals and crisp summer nights will forever be a welcome home in my book.

I memorized my address so I now officially feel like I have a new place. I felt like I wasn't going to be able to settle in but now we're all unpacked and everything has a place.

Where is my camera? I loose that almost as much as I loose my phone. I need one of those phone holders that you attach to your belt. Or maybe a fanny-pack. A bright neon pick one. Perfect.

Brett is cooks dinner almost every night. It always smells good. It always tastes good. Go Brett. I love having a husband that can cook.
Things I can cook well enough:

• Cereal
• Mac and cheese (Preferably the cartoon shape kind. It tasted better than the regular macaroni noodles. Not kidding. Really. It does.)
• Chicken noodle soup with homemade noodles (Mama taught me that one.)
• Cake
• Tuna melts
• Pasta (Don't get crazy. Not that special)
• Rice
• Rice and coconut milk

Give or take a few. I am expanding. Not to worry.

Something I am digging right now:
Cottage cheese and peaches. Sooo good. I don't care what you say. It's divine.

Something I am not digging right now:
Making important decisions.

It's amazing how easily I took for granted skinned knees and jungle gyms. That world where alarm clocks and schedules didn't exist and employment was for moms and dads. Suddenly, without warning we catapult ourselves into a new realm of things that shouldn't matter the way we make them matter. It's reality... curse you reality. Our most important decisions were sandwich choices or whether or not to say sorry.
That was deep. That's my cue.