There's a Yankee in da House

Okay, the truth is, she is only part Yankee. Her mama was Southern. Actually, her daddy was Romanian. Hmmmm. Okay, but she was RAISED Yankee. I apologize for this fact, because I love her anyway.

We spent every summer together, because as soon as school was out, her mama ran from Yankeedom and came home and stayed with her parents until school had to start again.

We've only seen each other twice before this visit in twenty-two years. We look the very same as we did when we were young adults, only different.

I cooked Southern for her today: Chicken, creamed corn, fried okra, green beans from our garden this past summer, mashed taters, cornbread, sweet onions, and of course sweet tea.

She barely escaped the blizzard - last flight out of the North - and it had to be de-iced and the take off run way shortened because of a snow drift. But she risked it because she was coming south.  I  mean, who wouldn't?

The visit will be way too short, our voices will give out way too soon, we will have to sleep way too much.

There's never enough time with someone you love, is there?