Back where my dad comes from...

We spent last weekend in Bainbridge for the annual Brock family reunion. It was great, as always, to see the family we don't get to see very often. Despite having his third ear infection, Cason did great on the way down and back. Thank God for portable DVD players and baked Cheetos! We always meet at the church Saturday evening for dinner and then again Sunday for lunch before everyone heads home. This year they had an Easter egg hunt for the little ones too. Cason "hunted" all of one egg before he decided he was more interested in walking up and down the ramp in front of the church entrance. Before we ate dinner, we walked Cason and Trinity up to see the cows in person. He thought they were pretty cool, but was more interested in playing in the grass I think. I have such fond memories of growing up going to the family reunions in the summer time, eating at Pace's for dinner, spending the night with Amber, driving the truck into the pastures at night and laying in the back looking at stars, hearing the coyotes and jumping back inside the truck, fishing at the river...not to mention my Memaw, Aunt Vera, and Amber's Big Momma's cooking. You can't beat flat cornbread made in a cast iron skillet! I hope Cason will have great childhood memories too...we all need to be able to look back on our experiences in life and smile.