When A Southern Woman Gets Mad!

When a southern woman gets mad the following happens:

She calls mama
calls a friend
whips out a wooden spoon
yells
eats comfort food
cleans a house until spotless
drinks sweet tea
takes a run
has retail therapy
Sings songs as loud as possible
drives a car like a nascar driver
cries

and when all of the above doesn't calm her down, you can always find a southern woman on her knees praying!

American Honey!

So I heard this

song today "American Honey" by Lady Antebellum. I could not help but to think about my sweet girls and their friends while listening. Today was the father daughter dance at the girls school and with their daddy gone on a short deployment and our friends daddy just leaving on his 7 month deployment we as mama's decided we would try to make the best out of a bad situation. So instead of feeling sorry for our girls, which we did, we decided we would make lemonade with the lemons we were dealt and we throw our own party! Fondue was the theme for the night and the kids dressed up and had a great time, of course my favorite was the dessert fondue with chocolate and the girls agreed too. As we sat at the table as a group of friends I could not help, but to think that these sweet girls are truly the American Honey. They are what holds us mama's together when we feel like getting mad at the world for doing something that my babies could not participate in. Instead, they put on their happy faces as they do so many other times and faced their peers. They braved the questions of "why can't you come to the dance?" with answers like " my daddy still serves our country, even while our school decides to have a dance." Not being angry about the situation they just simply accepted it, disappointed yes, but always understanding and forgiving. Their love and patriotism is heroic all on it's own. So tonight we celebrated being a family of friends and the common bonds we share and as you can tell from the pictures these sweet girls are sweeter than any honey I have ever tasted and I bet their daddies would agree. As I tucked them to bed tonight, I reminded them how much we love them and we appreciate the sacrifices they make for our country too and the all around reply was " well I like dancing with daddy better in the kitchen anyway." Leaving speechless, the last thought that crossed my mind was I love me some "American Honey"!