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Coming Back to NC

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No one likes getting to the airport. I hate saying goodbye and Mr Smith can always guess I'll tear up as soon as the words come out. We had A TON of stuff to maneuver through security, but we figured it out. The first flight to Dallas involved her being a wiggly lap child, but at least she didn't try and get down or climb over others. We rotated through 5 minutes of entertainment at a time. For the second flight, we ended up next to a couple of metal rockers who were finishing up a tour - Killer Dwarfs. Very friendly and supportive of my sleep deprived toddler, but luckily she was snoozing once the plane took off and watched a few 10 min promo videos on the Kindle before landing in Charlotte. We made it. Mrs Harriett picked us up and I remembered how much I loved the people of Hickory.


I didn't really think I'd ever be back here, at least not for awhile. Plane tickets aren't cheap and we peaced out in a rush 7 months ago.  I have bittersweet memories of this state, but mostly sweet. Alexis was born there. My parents live near here. And so does one of my best friends. Plus, I just love the beautiful green trees. I miss those trees. Luckily, my bff gave me an opportunity to visit with the hopes of taking lots of beautiful photos as their newborn baby makes his entrance. She has two other kids and an extra pair of hands is hopefully helpful. Thanks husbands, for working so hard. But being 9 months pregnant isn't easy! The grandparents get to have fun with Alexis too. She is at the best age.




I can't really edit photos until I get home, but I have to give a sneak peak of this radiant lady!




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