I miss you.

Megan’s away for three days on a church women’s retreat with her mom and sister, and I’m not sure what to do with myself. After more than three and a half years, I’ve grown sort of accustomed to her. Weird, I know. So I’m going through photos, watching the clock, and feeling a little too sad about having to go to bed alone…again. I hate you, empty side of the bed. Anyway, I can’t write too much because I don’t have my live-in editor here to proofread this entry, so I’m going to stop here and leave you with a couple of photos from Megan’s birthday. Just don’t stare longingly at them, because that’d be weird and, besides, that’s my thing.

Insta-dayum!*

If you judged my life solely by my Instagram profile, you might think I eat a lot of dessert and spend a lot of time looking at clouds. Well, you’d be right. And now I’m craving cotton candy.

Shane Fryer | Instagram Photos

*Title credit goes to my lovely and incredibly creative wife, Megan.