Our friend, Katie, was married last Saturday, the same day Archer met Grandma Rose and Uncle John. What a special day indeed! This was also the first time Archer met all the Savannah friends, including his godparents. Pretty great! The wedding was really beautiful.
We stayed at the Archer farmhouse and had such a great time. Reid and Caroline are great friends and really it feels like being with family. Especially now that they have baby Georgia. There were lotsa babies everywhere.
After such a great trip it was actually nice to come home to Boston. I didn’t think I’d ever say that, but 68 compared to 95 degrees is definitely favorable.
Whenever we visit Hilton Head, we go see Robert’s Grandma Rose. What a special experience. Not many babies meet their great grandparents anymore. Grandma Rose is 94.
I always try to get recipes out of her, even just orally. So far I’ve written down her meatballs, red sauce, and split pea soup. On one occasion, she reflected on her honeymoon. She said they took a train.
Robert has such fond memories of visiting his grandparents in New York. I remember reading about his experiences there just a few days after our first kiss. That was a little over 2 years ago, but it feels like a lifetime.
We are so thankful for family. I know Archer probably won’t remember this moment, but it is definitely something we will show him when he is old enough to understand.
This past weekend we flew south for a wedding. Walking out of the air conditioned Savannah/Hilton Head airport was like a big, welcoming embrace of humidity. Hello Low Country. Hello Deep South. I explained to Archer about the Spanish moss and screaming cicadas. It was so shady as we drove through Hilton Head Plantation to Robert’s folks’ home.
Archer finally met his two Evangelista uncles, and later on he met his Great Grandma Rose and Uncle John. Of course Grandma and Grandpa were so in love. This boy always has a captive audience.
Hang tight for a couple more posts from our trip… Meeting Grandma Rose and our time in Savannah.