Dear Georgia Rose--
Welcome to Earth! Specifically, the United States of America! To be more precise, The Southeastern United States. Born in south Carolina, named Georgia, there is no way you cannot "Represent" when Elvis sings The American Trilogy--just saying. You're a triple threat already-Yay!
As it came to pass, I had just finished my 2 Yoo-Hoo (That’s a drink-you're going to love them!) lunch on Friday only to have your Grandma and Momma call me to tell me that you were arriving soon-- I drove like a bat out of you know where (well, you don't, actually, but you will hear me say this in a couple of years) to Macon (that’s in the middle of the state you were named for, and it will be your second home) dodging cars, cussing drivers (I will teach you, don't worry), and going as fast as I legally could (Your Great-Great George taught me to drive) so that I could get home to pick up your Grandma and Aunt Winnie ( really named Lyndsay when we are mad at her)--it seemed like it took forever but as it turned out we got there in plenty of time--see, there's this thing called ANXIETY that we all had trying to get to the hospital--and inasmuch as its four hours driving time from where we were to where you were arriving, quite honestly, all the pork skins in the world (this is a snack that goes great with Yoo-Hoo) couldn’t relieve our anxiety.
Do you know, young lady, what anxiety does?
Well, besides making you drive fast, talk obnoxiously loud, and call everyone of your mobile phone contacts ( Aunt Winnie says "hollah!")-- it made us realize God was in control, laughing hysterically at us as we ran around like idiots. In the case of your Uncle Joe, he called every ten minutes non-stop for 19 and 2/3rds hours. First Grandma, then Me, Then Aunt Winz, then repeated the process. I thanked him profusely for the wakeup call at 0330 hours on Saturday). You don’t know this but every family has a crazy Uncle in it. Joe is yours.
The anxiety continued while we worried about how Momma and you were doing when the birthing baby process ("I don’t know nothing 'bout birthing no babies") ; but I was fortunate enough to observe all this firsthand while your brother and I held vigil (that means waiting with no good magazines to read) in the waiting room --the excitement, the worry, the stress, the laughter, and finally you arrived! Grandma sent a picture to Aunt Winnies phone, then a few minutes later burst through the doors proclaiming for the entire city of Beaufort and nearby Ladys Island to hear, "PRECIOUS!"...
So, now you are here and have taken your place in the family--another "spitfire of a girl", if you will allow me to quote John Wayne (and you will)--and you now join the ranks of the other ladies in the family--I won't explain any more of this because I'm not qualified, but just know that Momma and the other ladies will ensure that number 1, you are Southern girl, and #2, you won't take any guff (there's another word to use but you will learn that later) off of any man. Speaking of Men, there are two of them you should be aware of--one is your Daddy, and the other one is the Pottamus Rex. You will know Daddy because he is the one strutting all around like a peacock. He is quite proud of you and with good reason. The Pottamus will be the one picking your pacifier up off the floor and poking it back in your mouth. He is also a force of nature but more on that later. If you need anything , they will be there in a nanosecond, and even faster if your Momma has anything to do with it.
Perhaps you were named after a State, a University, a Song, or maybe even a crazy old man who thinks YOU, along with your Big Brother, are the cats pajamas. Regardless, thanks for showing up and putting a smile on our face that only a mortician can remove. We all took a vote and decided you're a keeper.
Hope you enjoy living, laughing, and loving as much as we do. Don’t worry about a thing, Me and Grandma got your back.
Love,
George
P.S. I apologize for Grandma in advance. She wasn’t like this when I married her. I know, I know. I'm rolling my eyes, too. But its HER world, and we just live in it.
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