July Second.

I stayed in my pajamas until three o'clock this afternoon while my mother sewed me an apron out of blue and pink paisley flowers and my brother entertained Morg. He followed him around the house and walked around the block with him while I ate chips and butter toffee caramel corn and laid on the floor listening to the hum of my mother's sewing machine.

Tonight after Eclipse, and dinner, and shopping, and picking my Morgan up from the best sort of babysitters around (The Keller grandparent kind), we drove home in the dark, and in the rain, and passed a little frog hopping in front of the headlights. He was the cutest little thing and I thought we should've turned around so I could catch him and bring him home-home to my sweetheart. Because that's the first thing that comes to my mind when I see something cute, or something sweet, or something neat. I want to bring it home to my husband. Like the cute flower ring I bought at Forever 21 tonight, or the vintage wire crate at Wild Ivy, or the cute brown lab puppy I passed at Cabela's -- except not really that since we already have ten of those at home. Anyway, while I've been enjoying being here, reading, and breathing deeply, I've been missing my other half, because, well, he's my other half. And what I'd like to say is that no matter how beautiful Jacob Black may be, or how much I love to shop, it's nothing compared to pizza and pajamas and Dateline on the couch with my husband, (our beloved Friday night routine). Nothing is better than that. Nope, nothing.

Over and out, and a little homesick,
Hollie Rae

PS - Most awesome moment of the day: When dad stopped at a green light in a busy intersection for a good minute or so, thinking he was in the turning lane. It was so funny.

Also, my folks may be getting old.