I wish that the first word that came to mind when thinking of me were "warrior." That would be incredibly rewarding, if only because then I could walk around barefoot anywhere, with everyone being too afraid to refute my ideas. Also, I feel like being a warrior would give me the confidence to do whatever I wanted.
However, I will stay a little door mouse. The warrior lion in me just isn't roaring, so I'll continue the mousy life.
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French toast was enjoyed this morning, even if it was only two pieces. For how much I love that delight, it's a rarity that I can ever eat more than a few bites before getting full. I don't know if that's a testament of the richness of the food or the smallness of my tummy. Unless I get out some measuring tape, I will probably never know.
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Last night, I Olive Gardened with my Megan. She is aces and we gossiped for 3 hours without running out of extremely important news. And at the end of that 3 hours, she hit on my husband and slowly inched toward the door. So slowly, as a matter of fact, that it took her another half hour to actually get there. Megan saves my sanity and she keeps me in touch with the girly life; she is better than any chat room or group bonding experience. If only she could find a way to get married and live in the same house as Caleb and I. Magical!
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I'm very grateful to have so much family around. It's really a benefit, if only because I don't have to make any new friends in my new neighborhood!
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Here he is.
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