The Days of Dixie

There's just something about a red Dixie cup full of flowers picked by cute nephews that makes me smile. I'm certain their brightness is getting me through the dread. Afterall, some of my favorite people are moving across the country and I'm going to miss their little faces so much my heart hurts to think about it. My Dixie cup days are about to come to an end. I love being an auntie--even more than I thought I would. Doing it from a distance seems kind of sad and lonely.