Baby, that's all I got!

It is a strange commodity, after having 7 boys and some odd girls at the house, to have a home almost empty. There aren't any feet carefully padding around to get drinks or sandwiches, nor is there a faint smell of sweaty sleeping bags and men's cologne....and there definitely isn't a Gabby creeping in Catherine's closet.

Because of these things I have a constant, overpowering urge to interject "PARTY!!" into my daily vocabulary or whenever there's a lull in conversation (as well as sermons, for that matter).

In a remarkable turn of events, I may have an apartment as well as a job lined up. I'm going sometime this week to "scope out the land" as my grandmother so astutely remarks in relation to seeking the Lord for upcoming residencies.

There are so many other things that I could say, but I am too full (in every single way) to even begin to do them justice. I should start writing more, but that's for another day. As it is, life is at a good point right now, and I look forward to it getting even better.

Billy and Matt like to sleep in my backseat: