Love, Marriage and Georgia

So the wedding went well. The bride was lovely, as expected. And her groom was delighted in her loveliness.

My girls were lovely, as well.

Lucy, in particular, really held it together well. Until she didn't. But it was 8pm by then, and we called it a day. We literally had to drag her out, kicking and screaming, but when it mattered she was a peach!

I made it through the day in my dress without any major incidents, i.e. no nipple slips. Freddie did dribble a little milk on my dress, but I just held my flowers in front of my left boob and no one noticed!

The next morning, SOB, Freddie and I headed south to Savannah, where we had tea...

And met Paula Dean...

Or a reasonable facsimile of her.

And walked and walked and walked. Seriously, I pushed Fred over at least eight miles of Savannah sidewalk. Which hopefully made up for the meal we ate a Paula Dean's! SOB had a conference, so during the day when he was stuck inside a stoopid convention center I hit the streets with babe and camera.

Freddie was an exceptional travelling companion. He was an angel on the planes, slept well at the hotel and was generally sweet and adorable. Just about everyone I encountered on the street had something sweet to say about him.

I haven't been back to Georgia since we left the ATL. Even though I was rather disenchanted with the south when we left, this trip reminded me of why I wanted to live there in the first place. It was hard to leave, and if three of my kids weren't here waiting for me I may have accidentally missed my plane. But home we came, relaxed and happy, and already looking forward to our next trip back.