I haven't been to Atlanta in over six months. I haven't seen my child in over six months. I haven't tasted real fried chicken in over six months. Tomorrow, I'm heading home for few days.After a stressful spring and summer packed with conferences and responsibility-overload, I just want to go home. I need to be surrounded by family, old friends, and Southern accents. I need to laugh till I cry. I need to cry till I laugh. I need to sit in my pew at All Saints'. I need to be reminded of who I am and where I come from.
Family and friends have scheduled a couple of wedding showers for Kate over the weekend so that I can attend, since the window of my availability is pretty small. (Thanks, everybody.) Addressing wedding invitations is also on the agenda, as is seeing the newly-crafted wedding gown (we hope). Of course, there are lots of other little things to track down, and I'll be along to give my Mother of the Bride opinion. And I will make time to eat real Southern food (Weight Watchers will be on hold for a few days).
I love New York, but right now I need some South. That's why I'm heading home.
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"Home is where the heart is." Have a wonderful time.
There is a song in there somewhere. How about this...
Swanee, how I love you, how I love you
My dear old Swanee.
I give the world to be
Among the folks in D-I-X-I-
Even though my mammy's
Waiting for me,
Praying for me
Down by the Swanee.
The folks up north will see me no more
When I get to that Swanee shore.
Bro.
Well, I'm a little late for my Bon Voyage....but my message is just as sincere Mary.....enjoy every sweet moment Cookie...you deserve it! Love, Joy
Hope you're having a wonderful time!
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