Going home...

Lola and I just returned from a two-night slumber party at  parents' house in Lindon.
Can I just say that I love going home?

I love going through mama's fridge and finishing off her fantastic leftovers.
I love sleeping in a bed that is 1,000,000 times more comfortable than mine (seeing as how mine once belonged to my parents.  Gross? Maybe.  But it was free.)
I love curling up by the fireplace in the library with one of my mom's gazillion books.
I love playing dress up with my mom's fantastic wardrobe and makeup.
I love that my parents get up in the middle of the night with my naughty girl and let me sleep, even though I feel a little guilty about it too.
I love hopping on the elliptical to a movie or show of my choosing.
I love being able to just talk to my siblings, who have become strangers these days.
I love rifling through my old bedroom for notes from friends, yearbooks, photo albums and my Converse All-Stars.
I love going to the Walkers with mom for a 32-ounce DDP.

Sigh.
I can't wait for Wedding/Thanksgiving week.

I hope Lola feels the same way about her old home when she's old and married and crazy like I am.