I always tell you how much I am cooking, but here is a picture. My blog doesn't have much color most of the time.

We made beignets for breakfast, and we drink weak flavored coffee (I know what you are thinking, "You worked at Starbucks!") and there are some delicious strawberries.  It was great, but the house smelled like beignets all day, and in a bad way.

The neighbor kid comes and knocks on the door about 4 times a day. Kids are already bored by summer. "If you need to talk to me," he says, "My mom's cell phone number is......" Which is hilarious.

We have kind of been watching some heavy movies. We watched The Godfather a couple days ago, which made me remember I wanted to marry an Italian. But then yesterday we watched The Green Mile, which I had also never seen. It was one of those moments where I just cried and worshipped God, and made me so thankful for mercy.

I also had a moment when Judy asked me, "Do you think this would look good in your front yard?" And I couldn't remember what my front yard in Utah looked like. I pictured the yard here, and it took me a few tries to pull up my memory of our home in Salt Lake.

How do I reconcile? I know there will be good parts about going back. Seeing loved ones. But my heart will ache for my home here.