the food just appears

So here I am at home. I woke up this morning to the scent of cooking chicken. (We eat dinner in the morning. I know, gross. But that's the way we grew up. Pizza is my favorite, but we have to make our own, since no one delivers at 05:45.) For a girl who's been cooking for herself for the past nine years, this is a great luxury.

This morning I took everyone everywhere--work, school, seminary, etc. They all wanted to see the new car. As I dropped Eddie off this morning, he announced, "I've gotten twice as cute since you saw me last." Weeeeell. I suppose. I'd never admit it to him, though; he's spoiled enough.