Can you believe they make hockey equipment this teeny? As you can see, hockey was a hit with Elena. We’ve signed her up for a few more skating sessions and a skating clinic this summer . . . after that we’ll see. The only problem is, the teams are all girls, and apparently she wants to play with boys.
I had a fabulous time with my girlfriends in Nashville last weekend. We stayed at Opryland, and managed to spend the majority of the weekend lolling around, doing incredibly hedonistic things like massages at the spa, daiquiris at 2 p.m. and napping. We had a really nice dinner on Saturday evening at Margot in East Nashville. If you live in Nashville and haven’t eaten there yet, GO! If you ever plan to visit Nashville, GO!! Excellent food and a very hip yet comfortable atmosphere. Whatever you do, don’t skip dessert, either. We rounded up the weekend with breakfast the way it was meant to be – at the Pancake Pantry. From there I rolled myself all the way back home.
I took a walk on Friday morning in my brother’s neighborhood and I became totally overwhelmed with how much I really miss Tennessee. It was one of the perfect spring mornings: damp air, birds singing, flowers blooming. I stopped and watched a woodpecker scurrying up and down a dead limb. I smiled at daffodils and rejoiced at the sight of forsythia in bloom. I know how corny it sounds, but it’s 100% true. I miss the hills, the nature, the people, the food, all of it (okay, maybe not July and August). Still, how do you compare that to the blessing of seeing your kids hanging out with their grandparents, of seeing bonds and memories form that will last a lifetime? You can’t, and as a kid who was never close to her grandparents, as much as my heart thinks of Tennessee as my home, this is where we’ll stay. And as if God were trying to show me, "Hey, it’s not so bad here . . . look!", our crocuses were in bloom when I got home.