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Saying Hello & Goodbye

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Well, I guess I can take advantage of a long morning/afternoon nap. I just spent the last hour going through albums sorting pictures to share with the family. I let my external hard drives get so messy. That was one project I can write down just to cross off though. For the most part, it's organized. I just now have a lot of video to download and that's definitely for another day. 

I guess right now is still a nostalgic time. You wish you took better (not more) pictures. More video. You wish you asked more questions. Hugged longer. Laughed harder. Any way, we still have a ton of good memories. You always just want one more.

But to this end... here are some pictures from our November trip to South Carolina. This time well aware that Nana wasn't going to greet us on the back porch. I'm okay with it. I know this is how time works. I know she is growing & understanding a part of life we are veiled from. She is no longer in pain and is now under the tender embrace from those who had gone before her.

The service was great. I liked what the preachers said about Nana - that she was hopeful even when times were grim. She new the Lord had a plan for her, but unfortunately it's no longer here with us. The weather was a little chilly. Lexi did great the entire trip. Mr Smith picked Uncle Rand up at the airport in Charlotte. It was nice for Uncle Rand to play with Lexi & drive my car to SC, which was a nice perk for me. And we even got a surprise visit from Aunt Tami, Bree & Aubrey. Unfortunately, we only stayed one night (Mr Smith drove down Wednesday morning by himself) and of course I didn't get pictures of Aubrey & Lexi, etc etc... sigh. it's a struggle. You would have thought I was pulling teeth to get Mr Smith to stand there for a group shot. (Granted it takes a few, but it's so hard to get the picture I'm happy with if I'm not taking it). 


cousin Bree, me, my mom, my mom's sister (Tami), Bree's daughter (Aubrey)

missing Troy & Savannah


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