[Happy] Mother's Day

Heather got a card from Maelee today. It looked suspiciously like my handwriting though. She said she wished she could’ve wished Heather a happy mother’s day. She said she wished she could’ve said “I love you” at least once.

We spent last night in Asheville, eating at some touristy restaurant downtown and then walking and driving around town. That place really is a clash of cultures … hippie artsy meets down-home Southern. Case in point: racy paintings on the restaurant wall clashed with the waitress asking if Heather wanted fried okra as a side dish.

The house we stayed in was old. Eighty-seven years to be exact. Every floor board creaked in that place. Even when you sat on the toilet, it set off a chain reaction where I heard a moaning board from the middle of the house.

This morning we took a drive along the Blue Ridge Parkway. If you’ve never heard of it, to me it seems like a scenic route through the Appalachians that leads nowhere, except to more scenic views. We stopped off at some overlooks and waterfalls. Maelee was on our mind all day. Here’s some pictures. We forgot the camera, so these are from Heather's phone.