In August we went to Atlanta and, besides the part where I had to milk myself, it was an awesome trip. Evie got to meet all of the amazing Southern Folks who love her so very much. And suffice it to say that there are a LOT of them. So we did what any good Georgian Family (albeit a transplanted one) would do: ate a lot of food and traveled around handing out free hugs everywhere we went.
I'm just gonna say it: Southerners do it better. And I don't just mean cooking, decorating, and partying. I mean they are better at being humans. (Oh, wait, what's that sound I just heard? The tapping noise of my non-southern readers clicking UN-FOLLOW). But really, once you dip below the Mason Dixon Line it's hard not to compare everywhere else you go to That Place where the people are just soooo naice (that's "nice" in Georgia-speak)... and I'm not gonna lie: there is a piece of me that dies every time I think about the little, twangy accent that Evie could have had.
And the love. Ohhhh the looooove. There were people who we saw on this visit who have loved us our entire lives, so to see them snuggling on Evie just made my heart look like a scene straight out of Disney's Fantasia.
Three cheers for Grandpa. Hip-Hip, Horray!
Snuggling with the Meemers...who drove all the way from Mississippi to hold Ms. Evie.
And the man who has, on more than one occasion, been single-handedly responsible for helping me maintain my sanity.
And the man who has, on more than one occasion, been single-handedly responsible for keeping Graham's mother from murdering him.
As you can see, the trip was a success...and we cannot wait to take Evie back to the ATL in November so that she can meet her new cousin, Sophi.
I will leave you with some sweet, sweet second cousin love.
**PHOTOS TAKEN BY THE UBER-TALENTED GRAHAM SCOBEY, DUH**