{Feels like Home}



Flowers from my sweet visiting teachers.



I love to go to Sam's Club...

Lately, I wish I could go every single day of the week (Though I won't. That would be budget suicide).

I love how familiar it feels. It's just a big warehouse with stacks of merchandise. But there are no windows, and therefore, I can pretend that I'm at the Sam's on State Street or on 2100 South. Besides the layout and a few unfamiliar brands, it looks exactly the same.

It looks like home.

Jesse loves to listen to music when he's in the car...

He's been hooked on a mix he made the summer that we were engaged.

"It sounds the same as it always did in Utah" he said.

It sounds like home.

We love our furniture...

I can't imagine how depressing it would be to walk into an empty house, day after day, always sitting on the floor and sleeping on an air mattress.

I know that sounds silly and shallow, but we had seriously considered leaving.it.all. The cost and hassle of moving it seemed so ridiculous compared to how much any of it is really worth. However, replacing it here would have been impossible. We decided that it was worth the cost of moving to have a place where we could be most comfortable.

I'm glad we did, and I would do it all over again.

It's comfortable, like home.

We both love to sit down to dinner...

Tonight, I made Zesty Chicken. It's a recipe that my Grandma Lucy has prepared my whole life long. Probably longer. It is delectable. It smelled so good and reminded me of Sunday dinner with my family. I took the first bite and closed my eyes, taking in the taste (this was a particularly good batch...my personal best) and, for half a minute, I swore I was in my old seat at Grandma's table.

There's something about food and the way it plays with your senses.

I think you know exactly what I mean.

It tastes like home.

Most of all, we love to be together.

More than ever before.

I'm having a difficult time finding the right words to describe the way our love for one another is transforming...I'll work on it and get back to you.

Suffice it to say that something magical is happening, and whenever I'm with Jesse,

It feels like home.