Since April brings about our Wedding Anniversary (we eloped!), this month's Photo is myself and my husband, Mike, aboard the train headed to New Orleans, one of our favorite places.
Our biggest joke is how much older Mike is than me. I was in elementary school when he was entering high school but as adults, the age difference disappeared.
Train bound for NOLA, March 11th, 2025
The music video for this blog entry: Nothin' but a good time by Poison.
It's the way we met and the way we've made a life together for over 30 years.
My husband and son are golfers. The amount of golf talk in my house is truly overwhelming. The way their facial expressions change when discussing what happened on hole twelve depends entirely on the day, the club, and the weather.
But as a mom, I’ve supported my son by taking him to golf lessons five days a week and enduring the sweltering Georgia heat for his tournaments. When I say he has a natural talent, I’m not exaggerating. This isn’t just a proud mom bragging (though I am, and I do)—this kid is an insanely good golfer who rarely practices. He’d much rather just get on the course and hit the ball.
My son doesn’t allow me to share photos of him online—on social media, blogs, or videos. But he did allow me to share this one picture of him on the course.
This picture is especially dear to my heart. I used to pick him up from school with his golf clubs already in the car. We would head straight to the golf course, where he would play nine holes before dinner. Since this course didn’t allow him to drive the cart, I was always with him throughout.
Being a typical mom, I snapped pictures of him all the time. But this day was different. It was autumn in Atlanta—a beautiful day. When he reached this putt, I remember looking at the picture through my cell phone, and it nearly took my breath away. The moment was so peaceful, so silent, and so perfect.
Being from the snowy parts of Appalachia, seeing any snow in the Atlanta Metro area—especially this much—is what you’d call a freak storm. Our home sits in an Appalachian county of Georgia.
I didn’t want to move to Georgia. I hated the idea. But if you were in the IT field in the early 2000s, Atlanta was a hotbed for jobs. The first few years weren’t great. It didn’t feel like this area was a good fit for us. But over time, we settled in, built a family, and made it our home. We were blessed to meet wonderful friends, throw fantastic backyard parties, and create a life that felt truly ours.
One of my son’s favorite songs when he was younger was Home by Phillip Phillips. I hope it’s still a favorite of his and that he knows—no matter where life takes him—home will always be here whenever he needs or wants it.
Bonus since I mentioned my son... his pup, Tess, waiting at the front door for her best friend, Maggie, to pull into the driveway for a weekend visit.
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