Liam goes to Mississippi.

September 04, 2013

A little over a month ago, my dad approached me about flying me and Liam out to visit his family in Mississippi over Labor Day weekend. After a few phone calls about scheduling a flight times, the flights were booked and it was marked on our calendar.

We flew out on Friday - just me and Liam - from Phoenix to Jackson. Here's how that worked: after working just a few hours in the morning and rushing home to finish packing, my husband dropped us off at the Phoenix airport where we waited for an hour and I loaded up on a breakfast of coffee and carrots with ranch (because it was the only option I could eat with one hand). We flew from Phoenix to Houston for 2 1/2 hours, ran across the Houston airport via a tram and several elevators to a different terminal and waited about an hour, caught a 1 1/2 hour flight to Jackson, hopped in the car with the rest of my family and drove 2 1/2 hours north to Cleveland, the small town where my family lives.

{Excited about life and excited about airplane windows.}

If you do the math, that's just shy of 10 hours of traveling solo with a 5 1/2 month old who doesn't stop moving. 

(He literally never stops moving.)

But when we walked through the door of my grandmother's house, I felt a sense of familiarity and thankful to be there. Living away from home, I cherish the moments I get that sense of it-feels-like-home - when I'm with friends from Texas, when I see people that went to Texas A&M, when a friend from home comes to visit and brings with her distant memories.

After getting in close to midnight on Friday, we went straight to bed to be well rested for a big day on Saturday. We had the Aggies to watch and people to see.

{Liam with Aunt Cameron}





{Liam with my cousins, Anna Pierce and Taylor}

After watching the Aggies win, we slipped away for a couple of hours to go to downtown - a two-way street filled with the cutest shops and eateries. We shopped a few stores, loaded up the baby back in the car, and made our way back to my grandmother's house. Just as we were about to turn onto her street, I realized we had left the stroller in the middle of the road. Sure enough, we went back and it was right where we left it. In the middle of the road. People had kindly just parked around it.

Never mind that out of the five adults in the car, no one noticed the stroller never got put into the car. Thank you, small town, where people don't steal strollers.

On Sunday, my great aunt and my dad's two cousins drove down from just outside of Memphis to spend the day with us and meet Liam. Needless to say, he was very loved on that day.

{Liam with my dad's cousin, Pam}

{Liam with my dad's cousin, Gail, and my great aunt, Betty}



{Learning to play drums like his dad}

We made sure to make it out to the porch swing (that has been around since as long as I can remember) to take a photo of all of the aunts, uncles and cousins who were around.


Seeing Liam meet his extended family and be loved on and loved on and loved on made me one happy mama. And spending some one-on-one time with him was fun, too.


Four generations spanned our weekend...



...and I got my fill on familiar and home and family and love.


(Which is good, because on the way back home he was a traveling terror...to put it nicely.)

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