I can't help but sit and think about how things could be different by now. Like having our own home. I love being here at my moms, but nothing beats having your own place, and I hate feeling like I'm imposing. Then I start to think about what could be different from there. Like, our third dog. I want a white, long coat chihuahua. Sure, it'll look like an odd ball with 2 black chis, but I want her anyway. Then I get to thinking about all the cute things I could do for them and buy for them if we had our own house. It would drive Jer just nuts. Oh and the cooking I could do every night. In my own full sized kitchen!
It's about then that my mind slips back down to reality, and I try not to think so much HAHA!