Georgia…. Georgia on my mind… It is beautiful there.
Continuing the peripatetic way that was outlined for me at the beginning of the summer, I made a solo trip to Georgia to visit my son, his wife and the new grandbaby, James. You will pardon me if I do the typical Grandma thing and immediately post a picture of the paragon.
I have a feeling that he is going to grow from being extremely cute to being Way Handsome.
It was a lot of fun, really. The town home community they live in hosts Mississippi kites, kingfishers, numerous other birds and at least one alligator. There were tree frogs and geckos hunting on their porch.
There was an egret rookery on Ft. Stewart to admire.
I visited the Atlantic coast at Jekyll Island, a barrier island that shows exactly how the river of sand flows in slow motion.
On Ft. Stewart, near the rookery, is a very beautiful pond that is a recreation area for the soldiers there.
The “kids” took me to nearby Savannah, and we enjoyed eating at Five Guys Burgers and Fries. Wonderful hamburgers. We walked along the river in the old part of a very lovely city.
I got to bond with James.
Gratifying is the word that comes to mind. What was so extremely gratifying was not just the wonderful child that the two of them created, although that was pretty gratifying. The really great thing was seeing how our son has grown into a tender father and supportive husband. I got to see first hand the wisdom of his choice of wife; for not only is she very pretty, she is also extremely intelligent, focused on her desire to be a good mother, wise beyond her years, and a fiercely loyal mate.
I also witnessed this very manly man completely involved in the nitty gritty details of housekeeping, sharing the chores of housekeeping. Even more, he agreed wholeheartedly that since his wife was the main food source for the baby, his main part of the job was going to be the clean-up brigade. He did that chore with no sign of disgust; but rather with relish, delighted to help make his baby clean and comfortable. He cooked us dinners, too, following the example his father set.
Who says that only women can be nurturing?
Oh, it was wonderful in the extreme to witness the only major disagreement they had while I was here. Someone (I’m not sure whether it was me or Jesse) congratulated her on the excellent job she did of producing this baby. She objected. Her position was that Jesse had a lot to do with creating the baby, too. He disagreed. I loved the way he put it: ”Babe, all I did was contribute the leavening agent. You did all the rest.” Truly, that was the closest I saw them getting into an argument in the almost two weeks I was there.
They are not only parents, they are soldiers. Both of them. I found the uniforms and boots by the door to be touching and sweet. His and hers, together.
I am so proud. And so blessed.