Andrew walked in the door yesterday after running an errand and said, "You know what's so different about the South? Everyone drives so much slower. They don't seem to be in a hury." I appreciate his different observations especailly since he is from the Northeast. I don't prefer one difference over the other, yet I love being home soaking up the ways of the South. I respect them a lot more now that I have been living out west for 6 years.
Being home with my husband is so special. We've gone on long walks with the dog just as my parents do. Yesterday we had lunch with my Mommee and dinner with her at the club. I can't get enough of her. I just sat back and watched Andrew hit golf balls today. I saw some freinds I haven't seen in years. It's so much fun to introduce my husaband. And then just watch and enjoy the humidity as Andrew hits away. We turned on the lights last night for some good drive way basketball. Simple but special enjoying these things with my lover. It's like our courtship goes back in time a bit and extends back in my childhood as we do the very things I grew up doing so often.
I love coming home and feeling like not much has changed. I get a chance to step back in time a bit myself. Coming home is really special. I love the people. Andrew brings a great appreciation to home too because he recognizes the differences. When we stepped off the plane, he immediatly recognized the warm nights that he loves so much.
Dad had some Magnolia freshly cut for when we got home.
He also caught a turtle as a pleasant surprise too. I had pet turtles for most of the time living at home. For birthday parties, I would have 'turtle hunts' on the bayou.