How close is too close?

I never imagined that I'd end up living in the Illinois Valley, living in the same community as my parents.

But, here we are.

And, as it turns out, I quite like it.

In fact, we've been spending a lot of time with my parents lately--laboring to get their rental house ready for us to move into, and just hanging around--and Eric and I agree, it's nice to have family so close. It's nice to be able to just drop by the house, or have them drop by here. It's nice to get together for dinner, or run errands together.

And I think Eric is fitting in well. We're still doing our "What I Like About You Today" thing, and after a time with my parents, my "What I Like About You" almost always includes my liking how he gets on with my dad and mom. It's just a really good deal.

But how close is too close?

Mom and I were shopping at Kohl's this week, and I went into the dressing room to try on a few things. I came out, toting some shorts and a shirt that I liked. And just as I was coming out, Mom was going in... carrying the same shirt I had in my hand.

Weird. Just weird.

And maybe a little too close.