Well hello lovelies.
How was your weekend?
Mine couldn't have been better.
Work has been exhausting lately to say the least.
Long story short, I was looking forward to a much needed weekend of lounging around.
Life had other plans and I was reminded of what it's all about.
Cosby had a weekend itinerary that made me want to cry.
Not because of what we were going to do.
Simply because I felt maxed out.
Towards the end of the week I started to feel the ole freshman in college body shut down.
You know what I'm referring to.
The body gets to that point where if you don't slow down,
your immune system will take over and
SHUT IT DOWN.
That's the level of sheer defeated tired I was.
After much debate,
I knew I needed to be supportive.
Cosby loves to quail hunt and I've never experienced that with him.
We also had a BBQ to go to for Cosby's best friend since he was zero
who is getting married in a month.
Basically, this weekend meant a lot to him.
All I could think about was I'm not going to get any rest.
On top of that, I'll have to push through 5 more work days before I can get my sleep!
And here's what happened...
I had one of the best weekends with Cos and his friends!
I went hunting for the first time ever.
It was a pretty day and I had my new camera to play with.
So much better than wallowing in bed.
Here is where I need to be clear.
I refuse to ever partake in deer hunting.
I'm not against people who do.
Just not for me.
Quail hunting takes true effort.
Watching the dogs work was amazing.
I just wish they could wear bullet proof vests.
I also determined that someone should make chaps for your arms.
Cosby told me the night before that we would be riding a mule.
I was expecting the four legged version.
To top it all off,
the BBQ party for Hugh & Morgan made the weekend.
The party took place in Butler, GA at an old stagecoach home built in the 1800's.
Full of history and beautifully restored,
there could not be a place more suited to my liking.
Not only was the property a sight to see,
it's called The Cosby House.
There's even a federal document framed in the foyer.
Climbing the old wooden steps of the classic, southern front porch
made you feel as if you were stepping back in time a bit.
Two wooden doors open into a foyer
where a man is perched on a stool playing acoustic guitar softly off to the side.
The hostess greeted us with the upmost Southern charm
and encouraged we tour the home.
Throughout the evening we learned of the many unique attributes to The Cosby House.
A 25 foot man made well that still operates.
External doors to every room since the property used to be a stagecoach home.
The road out front was once traveled by The Trail of Tears.
And windows along the bottom of the house to what used to be slave quarters.
Being in Butler for the weekend was still tiring
but I was away from any semblance of city lights.
The night sky was so crisp and clear.
You could actually hear the wind blow and the crickets chirp.
Even though I didn't get my rest,
I was so far removed from the stress,
and to see how happy it made Cosby to do something that really meant a lot to him,
made me feel completely restored.
