Marla’s been saying for weeks now, “We took pictures at Leigh Anne’s house. Don’t forget to put them up.” A few days would pass… “You know, we played at Leigh Anne’s house that one day. You should put them up.”
And then the next week. “You know those pictures? From the day ay Leigh Anne’s house? Well, you should put them up.”
And so, two and half months later, here they are!
We also wanted to share some pictures of Henry’s first taste of buttermilk biscuit.
Now, to many of you this may not seem like much to celebrate but, let me assure you, to a Son of The South this is a big deal! I could live off of Marla’s biscuits… at least until the butter clogged my arteries and I keeled over dead of a heart attack.
He was tentative at first but after his first bite the boy couldn’t get enough. (The butter and strawberry-pineapple jam (homemade) on top surely couldn’t have hurt the cause.)