I really don’t know how to begin this post. With triumph? Yes. With hope? Yes. With joy at the thought of knowing my sweet great-grandmother is partying with Jesus right now? AB.SO.LUTE.LY!

I know I briefly mentioned my great grandmother’s passing in this post about AZ’s birthday. What I didn’t tell you is that my lover and I made an emergency trip to be there for the funeral. At least I don’t think I told you. My grandparents (on both sides no less) and much of my extended family all live in a town in Arkansas. Not too bad of a trek from the hood where I live. Y’all I can’t even begin to tell you how much easier it is to say good-bye to a loved one when they know Jesus personally and they’re getting to go see Him. He takes the burden of loss and shoulders it Himself. What an awesome God.

Anyway, didn’t mean to go that deep, what I wanted to tell you all about was my trip. Because listen, I have this fabulous family. And I was beyond excited to see my parents, who flew in from AZ for the funeral. In fact, my dad preached the funeral, so I guess it was good that he showed up and all. ūüôā

You can read about my dad’s side of the family here in the post about a redneck Christmas. Now you’re going to get to hear about my mom’s side of the family. Equally crazy, equally as fun. I wish I had some bomb-shell story to drop in your lap, but because of the circumstances they weren’t their normal so-that’s-where-Elesea-gets-the-headless-chicken-thing¬†selves. Seriously, this side of the family is where the creativity comes from. Also, where the running around like a chicken with its head cut off comes from.

This is my wonderful mother. I know I’ve gushed about her so many times. Did you know I was adopted?

¬†As you can tell, we look nothing alike ūüėČ

You know, except everything about us is exactly the same. She does have the beautiful olive colored skin. Didn’t feel like passing that one on, did ya’ mom?

John always jokes that he knows what I’ll look like for the rest of my life. Because I’m the third generation that looks like this:

¬†Egads! It’s like looking into the future. Which I’m a-okay with. Since my mom’s hot stuff and my Grammy is one fabulous woman. Looks like I’m swimming in the deepest part of the gene pool. (the only reason I know about the gene pool is because of the Lion King. Scar references the shallow end of the gene pool when lamenting his miserable life. I of course am living the high life, therefore, swimming at the deep end of the gene pool.)

So aside from visiting with these rockstars, and buying these red boots, (maybe some day I’ll snap a photo for you) I also got to crash my favoritest coffee shop in the whole wide world. Java Primo.

¬†Hellllllooooooooo gorgeous. I’m talking to both the women in this photo, and the wonderful coffee shop behind. Where you can get beauties such as this:

¬†My mouth is watering JUST THINKING about the deliciousness¬†that you see here. And they are so friendly. When I asked the guy which he preferred, the caramel macchiato¬†or the white chocolate latte he said “let’s mix them and see what we come up with.” He’s my coffee¬†soul mate.

Even my non-coffee drinking woman-who-beget me loves the hot chocolate there. She got the little cup, I got the medium cup (or else I get the jitters) and Grammy got the big-girl cup.

¬†So I didn’t take a picture of the food. I’ve come to the conclusion that there won’t ever be many pictures of food. I’m too busy eating it. But it was delicious. Crepes, stuffed Belgian¬†waffles, fruit, Bavarian creme. Need I go on? And not only is the coffee/food amazing, java primo also doubles as an adorable little gift shop.

 I even spied with my little eye this:

¬†Sometime I’ll have to camp out at one of those paint-your-own-pottery shops (I recently found one that I l.o.v.e.) and make this beauty. My lover would flip.

So my question now to you is, what would you get?

¬†Maybe a little cafe latte, and curl up with a good book? I think so. If you’re ever in Hot Springs, looking for a good time, check out my friends at java primo.

Y’all come back now ya’ hear!

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