It feels so good to be home. As we crossed the state line into Georgia, I did some crazy dance in my seat (not easy with a seat belt on). I love my home state. I love everything about it. I love the way the air smells when it rains. I love how lush and green the landscape is. I love how friendly people are (most of the time) and how there are stands on the side of the road selling everything from peaches to onions to pralines. I love being home.
Here are the girls during the looooooong drive. Somebody took up the entire back seat. Somebody else is not happy about it.