*Fair warning: It's a photo-heavy post. How could it not be? And this isn't even half of them.
Savannah BEGS to be captured and preserved.
Have you been to Savannah? I hadn't been before my trip but I knew enough to expect to be dazzled. Well, I certainly wasn't disappointed. I mean, look at that photo above....that moss had me at hello. When I first pulled into the city, I squealed and clapped my hands, giddy over actually being in that beautiful place.
But I was even more excited, as in heart-racing, butterflies-in-stomach excited, about meeting up with my girls! My online girlfriends. Who would have thought those words would ever come out of my mouth? I've talked about it before, how a friend known only via words on a screen or ink on paper is a real and true friend indeed. The questions came, "Isn't that going to be weird? Spending a whole weekend with girls you only know online? What if you don't get along? Aren't you nervous??" Well, umm, no! Because I DO know these girls who've poured out their hearts and souls onto the screen for years. And, let me tell you, putting my arms around them and putting an actual voice to their words was more amazing than I could have ever imagined! What a good gift from God it was and is to spend extended time with three women who share outlooks and temperaments and convictions. I left with my emotional cup filled to overflowing with the satisfaction of a weekend filled with love and wisdom shared and food enjoyed and beauty experienced together and hours and hours of talking, talking, talking and talking some more, knowing our time together was brief. Oh and Aimee's chunky, ever-jolly Henry and Laurel's petite twin girlfriends, Scout & Piper, played a good part in filling my missing-a-baby ache. :)
Beautiful, contemplative Andrea.
Some very SERIOUS honey-tasting going on at the Savannah Bee Company.
Three of us are crazy about our coffee. One not so much. Laurel and her green smoothie.
Live Instagram-ing. We laughed at ourselves & our phones + Instagram-love all weekend.
A mid-day iced coffee at the Paris Market & Brocante and Andrea holding Aimee's happy Mr. Henry while we waited in line for a Southern lunch at Mrs. Wilkes Dining Room.
My skepticism over anything that smells touristy was unfounded with this place. OH MY WORD. I tried a bite of everything. Those beans! That cornbread! I died. We all died. I wonder what the local couple thought of our moaning and expressions of glee and food picture taking?! When you were done eating, you had to clear your own plate, dropping it off at the kitchen on the way out. That sealed the deal. This place was the food highlight of the trip. I'm going to be bossy: if you visit Savannah, you better not leave without eating at Mrs. Wilkes!
And when we were too tired to walk the town anymore, Laurel spoiled us with her scrumptious bruschetta.
Oh, Henry, I miss you and your squishiness!
Including you, beautiful, mesmerizing Savannah dear.