That’s why I make my home in Tennessee. Well, we don’t live in Tennessee, but a growing number of our close friends do.
This weekend was a special treat – the Powell’s got to visit both the Mangus’s and the Coppenger’s at their homes in the land of Country Music and Honkeytonks – Nashville.
Gunner and his future best friend had the opportunity to hang out a little bit while in Nashville. They were pals from the beginning…. sucking on each others hands…. love pats…. and getting strawberries blown on their bellies at the same times:
Of course, I (John) enjoyed helping Brannon batton down the hatches for the long Nashville winter ahead. Because I couldn’t get much leverage on the drill, Dani lent her expertise by holding the belt that we hooked into my belt. It struck me in the middle of it all that this must be how the hillbillies hang shutters, and I’m sure there’s a much more “distinguished” way to fix an ailing house.
All in all, the weekend was a roaring success. All hearts involved were encouraged, and our only disappointment was that it didn’t last any longer than it did. This is what friendships are for.