Sometimes (even though you are not a mother yet) people at church give you chocolate. Because you are married and really, that bambino could happen at any moment.
Traveling north to my hometown is like someone pushed a "pause" button. Everything just slows down and focuses.
When I see pictures of my brother on Facebook in his graduation garb looking all pomp and circumstance...I get a little misty.
I still can't eat more than one hot cake at a time (even though I have the deep desire to). I am pretty sure they instantly expand in my stomach = stuffed.
Staining old furniture is quite therapeutic.
Cold drinks are better in foam cups.
My parents are raising one stubborn golden retriever that keeps me on my toes when I doggie sit.
Country sunrises are still one of my favorite things.