We are currently on spring break over here, so you know what that means. I’ve been sipping margaritas on the beach, getting a nice tan, and dancing on tables at the bars. LOL. Though there has been dancing, but it’s been in the driveway, in the rain. Dare I say I might just prefer this kind of wild spring break?
The girls and I took a quick trip down to Georgia on Tuesday to soak up some family time and get in some practice on Hailey’s driving skills. It’s never too early!
As to be expected, the girls had a blast. Nana and Papa John’s house is full of all kinds of magic through the eyes of these kids. It’s a place where board games abound,
rainbows appear after rainstorms,
and there is a constant third playmate who somehow maintains the same energy level as a 5 year old.
Our trip was a quick two days, but we squeezed a lot in. We took a short trip over to Watkinsville for lunch at the cute little Krimson Kafe, which didn’t really help me at all in teaching Hailey correct spelling.
However, it did serve a pretty delicious hummus and vegetable sandwich, so all was forgiven.
Since Watkinsville sits just outside of Athens (home to my alma matter, the Georgia Bulldogs), we made a quick pit stop on Milledge Ave to check out my old stompin’ grounds.
The girls and I managed to get inside the main house for a look around and I was flooded with nostalgia of chapter meetings, philanthropy events, and socials. I felt like I could blend right in (you know, minus the two young children I had with me) until I saw a few of the my sisters walk in and I realized I may not look quite as much like a college kid as I thought. I’m sure they would have still have carded me at Bourbon Street if I’d tried though.
LOL! Like they ever carded at Bourbon Street…
From there we made a stop over at my Nannie’s house. She lives on some land in rural Georgia and it’s one of my favorite places to visit.
Fields, tractors, fig trees, and forests abound. It’s Disneyland for a curious and adventure-seeking child. We peeked in birds’ nests, explored old books in the attic, and helped dig up garlic.
As always, it reminded me of how much fun I had running around wild there when I was a child.
We stayed a little longer than planned because I couldn’t help but to poke through Nannie’s recipe box. Aren’t old family recipes just the best?
The girls and I returned yesterday, a short whirlwind visit, but I came back with a full heart that can only be achieved by having deep conversations with my Grandma Betty, watching Papa John tickle Hailey and Kaitlyn and sending them into a fit of giggles, and having 4 generations wandering Nannie’s farm together.
Now we are gearing up for a fun weekend of strawberry picking and birthday parties. Home sweet home!
Do you live close to family?
If not, how often do you get together?
I feel so fortunate to have my girls know their great grandmas. I hope to make another trip down to Georgia soon!