So, we dropped Morgan off at BYU last Wednesday.
It was her 18th birthday, of all days. Bummer for her and for us.
I have really been missing her. I keep going around the house wondering where she is.
And then I remember, and that's when I reach for the cookies.
I had really cut down on the sweets the last few months, but boy have I made up for it in the last couple of days.
Unfortunately, the cookies don't really make me feel any better, even though they are delicious.
That's how I know that I must love her more than I love chocolate chip cookies.
(I told Morgan not to worry about the "freshman fifteen". I think I'll probably be the one who will end up gaining it for her.)