Grits. I’m eating grits. I never eat grits and in fact, have gone my entire life avoiding grits. It’s something about the gritty (ha ha) texture that I simply cannot abide by. And yet…I am not only eating a bowl of grits but enjoying them. Of course Noah is a good Southern boy; he’s chowing down on my meal as much as I am.

If I knew Joshua was going to get me to eat “new” things, I don’t know if I would have stuck around. (Just kidding, I totally would have.) It’s his fault that I’m open to trying Cuy when we go to Texas, you know that right?

Speaking of Texas – I am SO excited! I miss my mom so much and I cannot wait to get my brother out for a photo shoot and to take him out to lunch. I can’t believe he’s 10 years old…I feel like he was just 3 and driving me crazy while I had friends over. It’s been nearly a year since I’ve seen either of them and that is so weird for someone who is very family-oriented. My mother is my best friend, next to Joshua, and I talk to her constantly about everything. Nothing is taboo with her…which was odd at first but I find it really refreshing to call my mom and go “so, um, there is this thing going on…”

I am really blessed to have such a healthy relationship with my mom. She’s always been supportive of me and even though she wished I would stay home a little longer, she knew I needed to move to Georgia and kind of find myself. Which I did, actually…I am confident, happy and content with myself. Unfortunately, that also means that I am ready to move back to Houston and that’s just not a possibility right now.

Ack, Noah wants my attention. The rest of my thoughts will just have to wait. ;-)