Comfort

I spent the night at my parents' house last night since I was on their side of town for my cousin's wedding.

I wore a new black and white striped dress I had purchased from The Impeccable Pig down in Nashville and had such a nice night drinking Dirty Shirleys and catching up with family.

My cousin looked so handsome, and his new wife was absolutely stunning.

The toasts by the maids of honor and best men were so heartfelt and wonderful that I had tears in my eyes! Eeeeep!

This morning, I woke up after a wonderful night's sleep.

A 12 hour (!!!) night's sleep.

I am seriously le tired when the weekend rolls around.

I felt so cozy in my childhood bedroom, the ceiling fan gently blowing air across my face as Ellie snuggled against my side.

I looked out the window to see another gorgeous autumn day.

I swear...I haven't experienced a fall this beautiful in years!

When I opened my bedroom door, I could smell pumpkin and hear my mom cooking downstairs.

This is comfort, I thought happily, as I sat in the kitchen, watching my mom prepare lunch for my dad's side of the family who spent the afternoon with us.

There is just something so peaceful about being at my parents' house. I feel taken care of and sort of hidden away from the world and my responsibilities. It's easy to feel as though I am back in grade school or high school when my biggest worries really weren't such big deals, after all.

As Jane Austen would say, "There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort."