If you told me six years ago I would be putting down roots in the South I would have told you you’ve got the wrong girl.
Atlanta was just a stop for me. I was only passing through…
But plans change, and dreams you didn’t know you had come true.
And you find yourself spending the Christmas season on the wrong side of the Mason Dixon line with your Georgia boy and dog named Bocephus.
Thank goodness for them. Thank goodness for Christmas in Dixie.