When I was a little girl, my mother took me for a weekend trip to Indianapolis.  We stayed at a hotel with a pool that you could swim inside and then slip through an underwater door and swim outside.  We ate at the hotel restaurant where I tried my first chicken breast (I was a leg girl before that), I ordered my first kiddy cocktail and I order a Chivas Regal on the rocks for my mom while was in the bathroom.I don’t remember what else we did on that trip, but I remember my mom driving the car while we listened to Marvin Gaye and Gladys Knight.

I decided that when I became a mother I would take each of my children on a weekend trip, just like my mom did with me.  Next weekend is the first of those trips.   I will take my daughter to the Goats Music and More Festival in Tennessee.  She is obsessed with goats, LOVES them LOVES them.  She saw an article in a Readers Digest magazine at the doctor’s office last year about this festival. Since then, she has been planning for us to go.  Friday we head to Nashville where we’ll pick up our rental car and head out to Rock Creek Park in Lewisburg, Tennessee.  We’ll stay there till mid day on Saturday when we’ll head back to Nashville to do some sightseeing, some swimming at the pool, relaxing in the hot tub, and hopefully, we’ll be able to find some good white food for my girl along the way.  On Saturday evening we’ll head to the Grand Old Opry!  I was reminded by a friend that I went to college with a guy who actually works for the Opry  .He helped us get tickets and will be getting us a back stage tour!  We plan to sleep in on Sunday and then head out to A Cowboy Town in Whites Creek where we’ll do some horseback riding, pan for gold and enjoy the Tennessee countryside.

I hope to give to her memories that she will cherish, similar to those that I have.

Cute goat print hanging in Aida’s room

A clay goat I made as a topper for Aida’s birthday cake last year