I dont' buy the lines in magazines that tell me what i have to be....

It's really nice to be missed and to be loved this much. I'm so thankful.

I like that my mom still fixes my sweaters, and calls me "bird" and is generally always concerned about everything i'm doing.

I love that my dad and i can do just about anything together but our favorite things include cribbage, outside chores, and movies and coffee.

There were some tears today as i stopped being so independent and started being a daughter again, a part of a family who really does love me the best way they can. We talked and played games and put up a Christmas tree. I mean, my heart strings could burst.

We cleaned out a bunch of stuff, piles of memories found in boxes with tons of dust. Memories none of us have dragged out in forever.

I'm really into hand-me-downs lately, gathering people's clothes that they'd rather just get rid of, i steal and wear and love.

Because i have this thing about wearing things that are other peoples or things that remind me of people. It's like they're with you even when they're not. it's a reminder you can grab on too when you need to feel a little love or courage or strength or a laugh.

i call it "the best friend's sweatshirt" mentality. I love this just as much as i love the way the scent of things makes me thing of specific memories or people.

I don't know how to end this, or what to say, really but, I know how good i have it everywhere i call home.

Also,  martina mcbride is currently singing "over the rainbow" and i am beside myself with joy.

Also, SNOW. we have snow and i dont' think i've ever been more excited about it...ever.