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Hi. I am here to let you know that Southern hospitality is a very real thing. It is not an urban legend.
Julie and I left Sunday morning for Hannah's hometown, Hayden, to meet her and Ashley. So we go to church, and I about died after I met Hannah's grandparents. She does not even know me at all, but her grandmother literally could not be happier that we are there. She askin' all about me, she's introducin' everybody to me. I'm this huge ...
... lodge and a leisurely walk around the lake before jumping on board a bus which would take us to the site of our rafting adventure. Twenty of us climbed aboard the inflatable raft and down the river we headed. Toby our rower in charge of the raft really had towork hard as the river was running at 6 knots but the head wind was almost equal to that which made the task of controlling the raft nigh impossible. The 16 km journey down stream usually takes about 1hour and ...
... WHAT SHE GOT TO DO. WE TOOK ALONG
HOT CHOCOLATE. IT WAS JUST WHAT WE NEEDED
AND WARMED OUR BODIES JUST LIKE OUR SOULS.
THERE WERE MORE PEOPLE AT THE PARK THIS
TRIP AND HAPPINESS WAS IN THE AIR. WE WENT
TO MCDONALDS, BEDORE WE LEFT... YES, OF
COURSE WE DID. US NOT TAKE LITTLE BIT TO
MCDONALDS. THAT WOULD NOT BE OUR TRADITION
IN ARAB, ALABAMA. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR ...
... to college. You all may have known that but for me it just began to sink in. I thought I was doing great. I said bye to everyone without crying and now as I am texting the friends that I don't know when I will see next, I am reminded once again that I am going to college in Alabama. I almost started crying, but I made it this far and I am determined to add another day. I can’t tell you the amount of texts I received from various friends asking ...
... my way, leans on the bench, bracelets rattle as she flings her arms around. Your Daddy told me you might come! she pushes back to look at me. Oh, those picnics with Aunt Maude, remember how she'd bring a lunch and take us to the creek? On Sundays after Sunday School, we were in her class. (I don't remember that at all, maybe I was only four? I nod my head.) I turn around, to speak to people back behind (polite to shake the hand of everyone in reach). A woman asks me ...