a little secret

or maybe something you don't know about me. i feel it is time to divulge this somewhat scary side of myself. i've waited too long. recently, i confessed to my husband and he took the news quite well considering. considering he absolutely hates everything about my secret. i love cracker barrel. yes, love it. i love it in the summer, fall, winter and spring but especially in the fall and winter. i even love the christmas ornaments (which are out right now, by the way). i walk in and feel warmth and kindness oozing from the walls. i like the way it smells and i LOVE the biscuits. the best part is in the winter when the fire is going. the great, big fireplace the reminds me of the house i never grew up in. i could spend a few hours smelling all of the yankee candles and reminiscing with the candy. when i told my husband of my love, he did look a little frightened. he really just wanted to make sure i wouldn't ever consider toting knickacks back to our house. there is no worry of that. i don't really want all of that in my house. i'm more of just a picture and candle kind of girl. i just want to look. i want to feel the wierd comfort of home that place offers. when we traveled alot i had two places that connected me to stability. i know, i know, i should have been relying on God for that. however! whatever town i was in, however far away i was from an actual house, whenever i walked into cracker barrel i would leave my cares at the door and walk in to be embraced by yummy smells and warm food. leaving, i felt refreshed and ready to drive to the next town hoping all the time that there would be another cracker barrel waiting for me.