Happy Wednesday!
Well as you read this, I am, once again on a plane! Coming home! Yay!

While I have only been in Cincinnati a few days, so many memories and just knowing my way around came flooding back! It was crazy! Here are a few tips to survive a visit to Cincinnati
Common Cincinnati words/sayings/pronunciations:
"Please?" means excuse me or what did you say? Much better than "huh?"
"Wait up." means wait for me
"You guys." means the people you are with or, if said with expression, means you are displeased with the people you are with
"A three way" is spaghetti covered with Cincinnati Chili and topped with
shredded cheese
"A four way" is a three way but you add onions under the cheese
"A five way" is a four way with beans
"A coney" is a hot dog covered with Cincinnati chili it comes with or w/o
mustard and onions, you can also get cheese coneys
"Warsh" means wash
"Pop" is a soft drink aka soda
"Are" is how the locals pronounce our
The moment I got off the jet plane, I practically ran to the nearest Skyline Chili. And then called my mom to rub it in that I was in a chili parlor! :)

How amazing does this look? If you ever get to Cincy, try this!
I truly love this city.

My entire childhood is made up of amazing memories of this place. Yesterday, I cried. Harder than I've cried in a long time. I went by my grandparents house. BTB told me not to. He asked why I would do it to myself. But, I had to. For those of you who haven't been reading my blog long, both of my grandparents passed away within a couple years of one another.
My grandma, who I call Momagin, passed away a week before I found out I was pregnant. She was my BFF. I think of her a minimum of three times a day. I am still trying to make peace with the fact that she isn't here to get sloppy kisses and wonderful bear hugs from Timothy. I know the two of them would be the best friends. The same way she and I were. I see her in him sometimes, which some days is a welcomed reminder; while other days it makes me immensely sad.
I hope one day going to their house will bring me peace. What was really strange as a sat looking and thinking of my life and memories, that Miranda Lambert song came on, "the house that built me" song. It was like a bad movie. The truth: I can't listen to that song on a normal day because it reminds me of them. So, long story short, I spent the rest of the afternoon crying. And now my eyes are all burning and dry.
I wish right now I was blogging about Momagin and Timothy spending time together. Him, getting to stay in the house my great grandpa built over 100 years ago. But, thats not the case. I don't know how to come to terms with her being gone. Even- two years later. I've tried so many times to pick up the phone and call her. Why? It's like I just can't accept her not being here. I wish I could find a way to heal.
I asked for prayers yesterday, thanks for those sweet friends that did. I guess for me, this will be a process. I obviously didn't heal overnight, over a year or even two years--let's pray for the future.
To lighten the mood, here is a sweet picture of my Tbird. Don't y'all love him?!