So the other night when I was leaving my parents house, it felt and sounded like summer for the first time. Well, I guess the first time I really noticed it was summer (apart from the humid hotness of Mississippi). I was at my parents grabbing something to eat and telling them about my classes and work, discussing recipes with my mom and what we can do to add to them or to make them healthier, talking with my dad about when we could go up to Memphis to see a Redbirds game. The conversation wasn’t what made me realize that it was summer; it was when I was leaving. Walking down the three steps out the back door had to be cautious since there was already dew coving the back patio from all the humidity from the day. When I was about to step off the patio I hear a familiar sound that I hadn’t heard or noticed till that moment; the crescendo of the cicadas, the random light patterns of the lightning bugs, and there being enough moonlight to see, the temperature was perfect, and the faint scent of the honeysuckle. At that moment I wish I were able to just relax on our swinging bed on the porch. These are the times when full moon nights in Oxford could last a lot longer than they do.

But my brother and his wife have moved back to MS from NC. The weekend they moved back my older sister was back from Europe. All of the Little kids were back living in Oxford for the first time in about six years. It was crazy thinking about that. The only time we have all been together is during Thanksgiving and Christmas. I asked my dad how it felt to have all of his kids back in Oxford, his response was... "it wears me out." this was said with a huge smile on his face. I love being one of four kids. We range in age from 29 to 17. We keep our parents young and there is never a dull moment around our house. I love my family.

I'm ready for my summer school classes to be over with. It is scary to think that I will be done with school come the end of July. I've been looking at the GRE and potentially go to grad school. I really want to go to UNC Chapel Hill. They have a great program there that I want to be apart of. My mom at first like the idea, and then she is second guessing it, then she's back to liking the idea. I don't know. It is something that I really want to do. We will see.

So since I have mentioned school, I have to read for my classes. OH the joy.