This will take me a moment...

     You know how it is. Something happens. The perfect story to write a Blog post about. Something cute and funny and inspiring. You go the whole day excited to write about it and when you finally sit down to write it-- wha? Where'd it go? This is so not fair! And all those typical teenage Utah Mormon excpaimations. It was cute- it was! It was funny- I promise! And it could definitely be turned into something inspiring. But... insert teenage Utah Mormon exclaimations here.
     I must say, however, that I do love my life. Many typical conversations begin with the question, 'So how's life?' Though I am in Germany, living with an unfamiliar family, having experiences totally alien to me, all I can think of to say is, 'Good.'
     Ya. Life is good. Uhhh... nothin's goin' on. I'm just... living. I eat food and I sleep in a bed and I drink liquid. I like garbanzo beans. (That has nothing to do with anything, by the way. In case anyone was wondering.) But do you know what I mean? No one finds any excitement in anything! Life is made up of little things- a kiss from a child, a hello from a friend. One of the things I was excited about today was the most adorable picture of M-- I am so excited to draw it. Just the delicacy of her little eyelashes and the way her blond hair sits on her perfect little forehead... 

     I mean, life is just so good! So great! So wonderful! How come some people can't see that?
Like yesterday. S was going on about whatever he was going on about, and then, all of a sudden, he came out with, 'Mommy, where does Heavenly Father live?' Mom answered: 'He lives in Heaven.'
     'Mommy... can we go to heaven and see Him?'
     Things like that make my life complete.

     When did I start thinking of this as another home? When did it stop being foreign and become familiar? When did I stop waiting to go home and start to wonder when I can come back?