this morning, i woke up really early for some reason. sunday is usually my only day to sleep in, but this morning i was up with the sun. i took advantage of the time to lay in my bed and just think.

i suddenly (and quite creepily) thought i smelled those orange-icing cinnamon rolls cooking. i immediately got so homesick that i started to cry. i really miss waking up early on sunday mornings and getting ready for church in a mad rush, fighting with my sisters over who gets the "life" section of the shelby star first, or who is next in line for the bathroom, or who took whose shoes and WHERE IS MY STRAIGHTENER and get out of my way, i'm in a hurry! and mom what's for lunch? and smelling those cinnamon rolls and hearing my dad shout "on the truck!" and us all piling in the car and driving down the road to church.

i miss home.