Love, babies, caramel, rusty cars, scary bears, scarier graveyards, skydiving, mom hair, Mongolia.   In case you missed it, I’ve been hosting a “Freshly Press Yourself” over the last week, a chance for bloggers to share their best posts and find new subscribers and friends. I read every one of your funny, inspiring, thought provoking, yummy posts and here’s what I learned:   Downton Abbey doesn’t have a “w” in it. And here I thought everyone was just being pretentious when they said, “DownTON.”   There are people in this world who will drive 1,500 miles for ice cream. I salute those people.   You can date, kiss and, one year later, comfort a crying man whose name you (still) do not know.  …