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Tonight I decided it was time to make up my guest bed, after Mama's stay over the weekend. I keep a memo board in my guest room and fill it with pictures of whomever is visiting us. This past weekend I had pictures from this summer at Zach's wedding, of all us Davis gals. As I got the room back in order tonight I looked at all those sweet faces and started singing this song. This song was playing the day I left Mama to go to UCA. We had lived quite the life in my 9 month leave of absence from college. I remember crying so hard that day as I pulled out from her work, that I almost drove off the road. Every time I hear it I cry a little. I love that woman.

I do thank God for allowing me the opportunity to see so many of most favorite faces this fall. He always knows just what I need. Molly is coming back next weekend and I am most excited to have her here again. I then get to go to Memphis to see all my sweet peoples for my Uncle's retirement party. Then Lindsey comes to visit, then who knows....

I am meeting lots of nice people and am involved in more clubs, organizations and messes than you can imagine, yet I miss that comfort of just being me with out reservation. I am not comfortable enough for that yet. I still have my guard up. We all know that being Abby has to come in small doses in a new town with my type of job...small doses of me, is all these people need at this point. I am cool with that though.

Some days I just want to dance in the middle of the afternoon and snort really loud at funny stuff...I refrain though. I promise.


Abby



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