I believe that it is super important to know your roots, and I am not talking about becoming acquainted with photographs and tales of the good old days. I want Olivia to know all of the people she is made of.
And what fine people they are.
Adoring eyes and open arms welcomed my sweet baby girl. She is full of love.
Tales of pinochle, navy ships, and building your house from the ground up were shared over plates full of spaghetti. Okay... I missed the spaghetti picture (epic fail) but this breakfast was just as great!
Speaking of food… this place is a little piece of heaven, right here on earth. Their turkey casserole and peach cobbler is the finest in town. Mighty fine I tell ya!
On the way back from the Sawmeal, it happened. I just couldn’t help myself. I thought these only existed in the movies. You would have think I just saw bigfoot the way I jumped out of the car and barreled closer… just to snap a picture of this fine beauty.
Olivia was just as excited about tomato picking as I was about seeing the piggly wiggly. Let me tell you, papa really knows a thing or two about growing tomatoes. Liv was a little skeptical at first but now? I think pop should hire her as a garden hand; she picked those tomatoes like it was her job!
Some of us had breakfast in our pajamas, some of us had breakfast in the nude.
Why does everything taste better when it is cooked by your grandparents?
Why is salting your food so much funner (yes, I know that is not a real word) when you use a cat salt shaker?
Why are lessons of physics so much easier to understand when they are told by one of the smartest men I know?
Why is wearing Olivia wearing a bra? Not where you thought this was going huh?
Sorry, back to sweet family sentiment. I will let the next few pictures cap off this relaxing family weekend. I am so thankful for these people.
Small town treasures all around. But you know what my favorite part was? Sitting in a wooden rocking chair on the front porch, snugged up with my coffee, thinking this is exactly what I want to be doing as I watch my grandkids play in the front yard.
Love Adamsville, love the piggly wiggly, love deep fried southern food, and most of all… love the grandparents!
Love,
MamaT
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