Being Grateful

Last night we watched our neighbor's house across the street go up in flames. We heard some sirens, looked outside and saw bright orange flames in the windows and the firemen getting ready to put out the fire. They got the fire out in seconds, but still, the house is obviously damaged badly. Watching the house burning was one of the saddest things I have personally witnessed. It is devastating. I can't even imagine. Because it is a town house, the adjacent neighbors also had to spend the night elsewhere because of all the smoke. What a way to spend Thanksgiving night. As we watched the firemen put out the fire, Scott held London and I close. How grateful we are for each other.

Happy Birthday Handsome Boy

Today is Scott's 26th birthday. When we started dating, he was only 22. Now he's a father and practically an old man and ready to retire. I love growing old with him.

Sunday Sweater Day

We went out to eat at Liberty Market. London tagged along and thoroughly enjoyed some hummus. It was good times until London had a nap-time melt-down. After being slimed with angry, tired, hummus hands, we hurried out and headed home to enjoy* some carrot cake.

And yes, it looked nasty even before I dug in.

*Cake Fail. Let's just say, I'm not a baker. Period. And apparently, Scott doesn't even like carrot cake. Go figure.