About three weeks back, a very handsome boy flew down here to Orlando for a visit and well, I was just about the happiest girl. Thinking back to our week, I remember our trip to Cocoa beach, exploring Downtown Disney, all of the meals that we attempted to cook, getting caught in an intense storm, the large amount of ice cream we consumed and our adventures in general but beyond that, I don’t remember much. I came across a quote the other day that read, “we were together and I forget the rest,” and that pretty much sums it up. My favorite memory from the week was our visit to the cute little food trucks in downtown Kissimmee. Tyler ordered arancini and I got chicken dumplings with a bed of edamame. We had both been picking from each dish and then I noticed Ty spitting in the grass and almost gagging. Turns out, no one had ever shown him how to eat edamame from the pod and he had been not only chewing on the outer shell, but the empty ones I had already “slobbered on” and piled up. Obviously one of us thought this was way more funny than the other.