It's just my opinion, but I say homemade butterscotch-banana cream pie and sitting outside on the beach listening to the waves roll into the shoreline is a great way to end any day.
Jake studies around the clock, and I guess I was worried at first that I'd be super lonely. But that really hasn't been the case. OK, OK—I've had my moments, I know. Those closest to me can vouch for that. But somehow I've found the strength to enjoy each day as it comes instead of worrying about what tomorrow will bring. I know without a doubt that I owe this peace and calm resolve to my Heavenly Father and the promise that I CAN do all things through Christ who strengthens me!
It's so amazing to me how when we truly let go of our life and the anxieties that are intertwined within our desperate resolve to maintain some level of control—that then and only then does true release, inner happiness and joy overwhelm our very being.
I love how each day I'm away from my family God gives me a little reminder of them and all they mean to me. Whether it's a family tradition or a fun memory to help ease the newness of being so far away, it's always present. A few days ago it was my love for ChapStick that reminded me of my Daddy. Before that, turnip greens with crispy, homemade bacon bits crumbled on top to remind me of my Mom’s yummy recipe.
Last night it was football score updates from MawMaw via text so I would feel like I was a part of little bro's high school football game. Go eagles! They won. 
Saturday night—Grandmother’s recipe for butterscotch-banana cream pie (my favorite kind of pie). I must say I had the best time baking it! I made it from scratch just like Grandmother did, and it turned out pretty darn good.
It’s really all in our mental attitude. Happiness that is. At least that’s what I’ve discovered to be true over the past few months. Loving each day as it comes. Life goes on.
XO. ki
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