Georgia

We awoke at 4:30 on a Wednesday morning with plans to take the first T ride headed to the airport at 5:15 for our 7:15 flight. The suitcases were in the front hall, and we had checked the flight schedule the night before to see that every flight after ours had been cancelled. I was feeling a bit smug that despite the dread of getting up so early we had seemed to pick the only flight that would still get out before the snow storm.

The first thing I did when the alarm went off was check the flight....and learn that it was cancelled. Immediately we booked another flight on a different airline. We headed straight to the airport for a flight still planned for departure at about 7 am. At security I was brought into a back room to be searched because I didn't pass the hand residue test. With Sophia still strapped to me in the baby carrier, I encouraged the agent to do whatever she needed to do so we could keep moving. We ran to the gate and learned that they had been calling our names. After an hour on the plane and three de-icings we were brought back to the gate. I was tired, disappointed, and grateful to be kept safe.

The next day we were back on a plane headed to Atlanta. It was delayed twice, but we finally landed at 10 pm. Unfortunately our luggage went to Charlotte. 

Even with all of the delays, we didn't travel as long as Sophia's Great Aunt Jan and Uncle Ray, who drove from New Orleans on Thursday to be in Atlanta on Friday and drive back on Saturday. We loved being able to spend time with them as well as Ray's daughter and son-in-law.

Atlanta is home to one of my best friends since high school, Sarah. We try to see each other at least once a year despite the distance, and in the past 1l months there have been two new babies. 

We were introducing Sophia, and Sarah & Ronnie were introducing 7 week old Micah, baby brother to 2 1/2 year old Elisha.

A year ago we asked Sarah and Ronnie to be Sophia's legal guardians if anything were to happen to Josh and I. We chose them because of the way they love each other, their kids, and God.

During the weekend we stayed up too late after the kids were in bed, talking about how to discipline children, Trayvon Martin, and gay marriage.

During the day we played a lot.

We also ate really well. Before we boarded the plane, Sarah made a Sunday dinner of ham, cornbread, sweet potatoes, mac and cheese, collard greens and banana pudding. Collard greens are one of my favorite things, and when I asked Josh if I could make them back home, he said only if they tasted like Sarah's (guess I need to find some "smoked turkey tails" in Boston).