You're always told that close enough is not good enough. Well, this time it is.
At first the number was 16, 307 miles. Now, it's 3, 816 miles. We can live with that.
We can live with Ireland.
I'll tell you about how Grandma Hill loved your mother more than anything and even when your mama fell and broke her wrist, 90 year old Grandma jumped in the Buick, drove to the hospital, and allowed you to wrap the break in pink wrap. They never called me. A lesson: mama's are always the last to know, but in the end, they always know. I learned that one the hard way. I'll tell you about Papa Hill and how he loved Besse the mule and could plow a field from sun up to sun down, and then sit on the front porch, listening to crickets and watching lightning bugs illuminate the Clarkesville sky. Then he'd do it all over again the next day.
There are so many stories we want to tell you. So many touches that are inevitable. We have a snappy step this morning. That's what possibility can do for anyone, especially grandparents who long to see their first grandchild.
We can't wait to see Caitlin, but we can't wait to meet Phelim. The more sons in our arms, the better. And girl time! Oh, how I've missed girl time! I can't wait to go shopping, have coffee at the corner coffee shop and giggle about how good life is.
Now, I can see. Yesterday, I couldn't. Today, you're halfway home.
Whether it is exploring this amazing world or being content on my own piece of real estate near Athens, Georgia, I'm spinning stories and fashioning tales from a Southern perspective. As an editor and writer, I get to meet incredible people and share their stories. As a photographer, I get to cement these moments in time. As a wife and mother, I'm always excited to see what's around the next corner, For it's anything but ordinary.