I fell in love. First, with my husband--again. I caught a glimpse of the man I married. The man that has been somehow M.I.A. for the past while--to no fault of his own. He made me laugh and dream a little more. We relaxed...together.
I fell in love. Second, with Nashville. [I'll pretend that none of it had to do with the ever-charming Bateman clan who hosted our threesome for three days (see here and here), but they are perhaps Nashville's greatest boon!] We slept in the "perfect" bed whose side table held treats and reading material provided by Miss Sara herself--the master hostess. They've made their home in the green, rolling hills of Tennessee's crown jewel. We drooled over white-washed farm homes, grey-stoned walls fencing in elaborate equestrian parks, and acreage laced with streams and rivers coaxing spring into the southern air.
Pending, is a report on the business which we so conveniently mixed with the above pleasure. All in good time. But, for now, thank you for the laughs. We will never stop chuckling over "the Murf", Craig's stallions, and certain satchels (yeah, you wish you had been there). It is nice to know who "your people" are. Thank you for everything. A special thanks to Hazel who sat like this on a nearly four-hour plane ride the entire time! (Read: never fly with a 1 1/2-year-old).