The South

Ever since we got home I have wanted to post about "The South" and since I really don't have anything else to post about, I suppose this is the time.

Daniel & I have both said that if we could live in "the south" but still have seasons and mountains we would be there in a heart beat. We miss the south I guess alot of it just boils down to the mannerism of the true south. And while manners have died many years ago in the rest of the world the south, especially the cowboy south - they still run strong.
Yes Ma'am, No Sir rings out of their mouths, even down to the 2 year olds. I loved being a ma'am for 4+ months. I loved that the little kids wouldn't call me just Jesse Mae- but Miss Jesse Mae. It still rings in my head. Not once did I hear a teenager tell their parents No... not once. There might have been an awkward pause- but then a Yes Sir or Ma'am would follow. I never heard them argue at all with their parents decision. Even our cute little friend Hayden that was 3 years old knew better than to back talk his mama or say no. Where did that type of respect get lost? Because well its not around here.

I loved to go shopping in Florida- something I usualy hate. What made the difference- a few things. I never once walked into a store and not had someone get 'my buggy' (shopping cart). It didn't matter how old they were, how full there hands were, if I had Cinch with me... My buggy was prepared. Not once did I see senior citzen parking in Florida. I did see the required handicap parking and right next to it 'Mothers with Young Children' How awesome is that. A mom with her hands full finally getting recognized that life isn't a piece of cake with kids.

When we went out to eat somewhere, we never had to worry about Cinch throwing a fit or screaming. It didn't seem to phase people. Old people didn't give you the glare, they would just smile and try and talk Cinch through his fit- Waitresses were lifetimers, its a profession down there and there would always be a snack for Cinch to help him get through the wait time that was never on the bill.

I joked with Daniel that Cinch and I weren't going to get through the weeks back in Utah without our Blessings... Might sound odd but where ever we went Cinch & I were blessed, in Sams Club, the beach, clothing stores. Everyone would tell me, "God bless you and your son." Shocked me at first -- but I grew to love it. People. Strangers really cared about us. Amazing! Its still a little odd for me to not hear "God bless you" when you sneeze- if your lucky only 'bless you' around these parts---

While we didn't necessarily love all Florida had to offer- we LOVED the South! All of it. So if we say Yes Sir, or No Ma'am or maybe Y'all slips out.. it might make you giggle but well we hope to keep the south in our hearts.