This past weekend we flew south for a wedding. Walking out of the air conditioned Savannah/Hilton Head airport was like a big, welcoming embrace of humidity. Hello Low Country. Hello Deep South. I explained to Archer about the Spanish moss and screaming cicadas. It was so shady as we drove through Hilton Head Plantation to Robert’s folks’ home.
Archer finally met his two Evangelista uncles, and later on he met his Great Grandma Rose and Uncle John. Of course Grandma and Grandpa were so in love. This boy always has a captive audience.
Hang tight for a couple more posts from our trip… Meeting Grandma Rose and our time in Savannah.