If all the “ya’lls” and my tendency to call everyone “sweetie” and “hun” wasn’t any indication, I’m a country girl at heart. Sure, I’ve spent my life traveling – born in Germany, lived in a variety of city and states across the country, mostly in the Midwest and California – but there’s a huge part of me that knows that I’ll always remember the country with a fondness that I’ll never quite be able to put into words. I guess because that little part of my heart is just for me, and there will never be a need to share how I feel about it with anyone else.
With the move to California coming soon, I had planned on taking a trip “home” to good ‘ole Mexico, Missouri, to say my goodbyes to my family and friends there. I hadn’t been there in at least a year or so, and it was important to me that I took that trip and that time to see the family that, despite only being a couple of hours away, I never really got to see that much. I thought I might just drive down there, and hop from home to home, but thankfully, my dear Aunt Linda and Uncle Tommy decided that Easter would be a great time to get the family together at their home in Santa Fe, Missouri.
The home, out in the country on five acres of prime, lush Missouri land, is one I remember fondly. They’ve lived on that property since I was just a little girl, and I can recall so many of the days and nights that I spent there as a kid when Mom and I would visit. When I wasn’t running from my boy cousins who were shooting BB guns at me, or trying to chase me down with catfish heads, I would spend the greater part of my childhood learning how to fish, riding four-wheelers, splashing around at Spalding Beach and The Landing, or cruising on my Uncle Russell’s boat out on Mark Twain Lake.
Some amazing memories, and I couldn’t be happier that this became the setting for the place that I would say goodbye for now to my family. It was a stunning Easter day. Though the trees and fields had not quite bloomed as is usual for this time of year, it was still so beautiful. And as is usual with my giant Fierge family, there was a fresh influx of young children running around the property, reminding me and my cousins of how we used to do the same thing when were little.
It was supposed to be 70-something and partly cloudy on Easter out in Santa Fe…it actually ended up being around 80 degrees and very sunny. The sun felt spectacular (even if I did come out of the day a little red), and it made me happy that I had decided against a lot of my usual garb, and instead opted for minimal makeup, my new Torrid bermudas, a sheer chiffon top, and a simple statement necklace that I just picked up on my last trip to Honey’s Child Boutique in St. Louis.
This is me, the authentic me. The little country girl with a giant heart, and the utmost love and respect for her family. Missouri, you reminded me that I will miss you. My family, you reminded me that I will always come back to be with you. I love you all.