Southern Living

"The South, for the most part, has assimilated just fine into the so-called modern world, but we happily remain more firmly grounded in traditions than other places. We make no apologies for expecting a certain nicety in our communications, a certain graciousness in our homes, and a certain indulgence at our tables." 

--M. Lindsay Bierman, editor of Southern Living

As it begins to get warmer I can feel the summer inside of me. To me, the true essence of the South is drenched in summertime. I think I speak for all of my sisters when I say we love the South. We are so grateful for the sticky-sweet summer nights of catching fireflies in our front yard and the days and days spent selling lemonade on the roadside. 

Our childhood was enchanting. We spent whimsical years taking nature walks and singing around the piano. I have only begun to realize how blessed we were. Our mother taught us to love reading and all things musical as we grew up. She often tells us that our childhood was "a blur," what with the four of us being born in just over 3 years. (Just think about that for a minute!) But boy did we play. She taught us that an imagination is of immeasurable value and we grew up creating and laughing. For those of you who know our mother, I'm sure you will agree; she is the epitome of grace and charm. She is a woman of God who stands on convictions and poise. She is a "Southern Belle." She is a gracious hostess, a gifted musician, a delightful cook, a constant servant, an ever-present encourager, a joyful laugher, and a gorgeous woman. And we are so lucky to have her for our mother. :)

As I close my freshman year of college, I feel a sort of loss for this carefree time of joy. Memories of such sweet summers will forever be near to my heart. I can't wait for the days when I have children of my own and can offer them half of the magic my childhood contained. 

So today I'm grateful for two things: my Southern roots and my Southern mother.

:) Thanks, Mommy for always being alongside us in the dirt and making room for us at the piano bench. Words cannot express our appreciation.