I hope I enjoy Dallas as much as I enjoy Nashville. It’s Friday morning, about 10am, and the streets of Downtown Nashville are alive—every shop/bar/restaurant has its doors open, live country music bands are posted up on the stages, and drinks are being served!
We forced ourselves to leave Nashville…very much against our will….and hit the road again to head West. Hannah was playing her final tennis match in Memphis, and we made our way over to Hutchinson to watch her. She won, of course.
Sunset came, and that meant it was time to hug those last few family members of mine goodbye and hit the road once again. Destination, Little Rock, AR. The West really is a beautiful place—it’s different than NC, that’s for sure, but I’m in awe of this place. We are hanging up our boots at the good ole Holiday Inn in Little Rock tonight....absolutely beat from a long, but wonderful day!
Being in Little Rock made me think of this song and some of the lyrics are quite applicable. The song is “A Little Past Little Rock” by Lee Ann Womack.
“I’m a little past Little Rock, further down the line. It’s too soon to know what’s up ahead, too late to change my mind. I’ve got to keep my heart out of this, both hands on the wheel…learning more with every mile just how leaving feels.” -L. Womack
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