My Mom and I hit the road last Friday for a girl getaway to Dallas.
I can’t even begin to list the ways that our little road trip satisfied my soul. So many of the things that I craved were all wrapped up in 51 glorious hours.
Wide open spaces –
And soaring city scapes too –
Good food, lots of laughter, and the company of a woman who is just as happy as I am to do nothing but spend the day capturing as much beauty as we can through the lens of a camera. We must have looked like tourists on speed, hanging out the window with our cameras.
Incidentally, my mom is a pretty fantastic photographer. You can see her work here.
Oh, and we did do this one other little thing….
That’s right, we went to see Paula Deen, live. We sat about 6 rows from the stage, Lord help me.
Her son, Bobby, came along, and her sweet husband, Michael, was there too.
I was really embarassingly excited. I screamed like she was Elvis when she came out on stage! I had no idea that I would turn into a complete groupie over a grey-headed old woman, but I did, and I’m not sorry.
It was like 2 hours hanging out in your great aunt’s kitchen. She was sweet, funny, personable and the genuine, no frills, article. She swore, told a few off color jokes, brought me to tears a couple of times, made some mean looking macaroni and cheese, and otherwise made a few hundred people feel right at home. For real.
Why do I love this woman so much?
Well, aside from the twang that you either love or hate (love), the humor and the recipes that all contain a stick of butter or more, I love her because at nearly 50 years old, after losing both parents, a debilitating illness, an ugly divorce and financial ruin, this woman picked herself up and showed the world all she is and all that she has to offer. She took care of herself, she did what needed to be done for her boys, and in the process she’s inspired women all over the place to do the same.
I don’t care who you are, you gotta hand it to a woman like that.
As inspiring as she is though, I think that she wasn’t the only amazing woman in the Dallas Music Hall on Saturday. I know there are so many women who take a handful of hardship and turn it into beauty and triumph everyday. My mom is one of them.
She has such a quiet grace, personal strength and an enduring loyalty, that you just can’t help but love her. I would tell you the thousand ways that this woman has risen, walked tall and through sheer grit and determination, made a life for her family, but she’s not the kind of person that wants her business out for all the world to see.
So, suffice it to say that she’s not just the perfect road trip companion, she’s the perfect Mama, an inspiration and a friend. I love you, Mom. Thanks for a weekend to remember, and a lifetime of love and encouragement.
So, how about you, you wonderful women who take the time to stop here each day, who inspires you?