The more time I spend at home with my family, the less I want to leave when Sunday evening rolls around. 

This reminded me of a scene I saw in Downton Abbey; in which one character says to another that being homesick isn't something to be ashamed of, because it means you come from a happy home. I don't know any of the characters' names, because there are far too many of them and I've only seen three episodes so far, but that exchange stuck with me.

I am a sometimes anxious and often strange young woman full of quirks that confuse even myself. But I'm not ashamed of much. And I'm certainly not embarrassed to admit that I started crying in the passenger seat as soon as we drove away.

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Most of the pictures I took this weekend are of food. 

My brother and his friends were on Spring Break this week, so on Friday they all came to the lake. I rode with my mom from Charlottesville, and Rob came to meet us from North Carolina. Together, we ended up having a wonderful time and sharing some really good food. My parents' house has always been the perfect place for magical little gatherings like this.

Spring is coming. I have never been more ready.

We're back from Las Vegas, and maybe not so ready for real life yet.

Here's why. Our recent vacation consisted of:

Lots of lazy mornings, sunny afternoons, and good food.

Naps and hot tubs at the hotel, iced coffees, and long walks along the Strip.

Swanky bars and a fancy anniversary dinner up high in the sky.

I managed to once again go to Sin City and not even spend a penny gambling. 

What can I say; I prefer to throw my money away on things I can eat or wear.

And how has your week been?

Rob and I have been together for three wonderful years.

There are many reasons why I love this man. But today, on our anniversary, I'll just leave you with something simple:

[Sharing his iPad with my cousin's step-son, taken June 2011.]

Today and every day, I'm am so very glad he's mine.