Fruit Tea Chicks and Life Stuff

I realize I haven't posted in over a week. So, before I share a little of what's going on in my life, I'll share the rest of my trip to The Mill.

The Fruit Tea stand was a most refreshing spot amid the crowded booths. I'm a Southern iced tea girl to the core. I'm learning to like fruit tea.

They call themselves the Fruit Tea Chicks.

I would have been good just to grab the thermal jug and run but I didn't risk breaking the pretty hobnail milk glass cake stand. Is this just not a beauty!?!?

The sweetest little lemonade stand I've ever seen. I think I want one.

One for you and one for me. Wanta sit and sip with me a bit?

Last week was a doozy. It's no secret that Mr. H has not adjusted well to the move. I don't have time or the patience to peck it out on this stupid phone. A week ago I was sure that we'd be going back to Georgia. GASP!!! I know, right??? He had a promising phone interview and scheduled a 1:1 on Tuesday with a reputable company near home doing what he loves to do and what he's done for 30 years. We met with the children. They were angry, disappointed, hurt.  I cried, fasted, prayed. It's hard to see your man miserable and trying to make ends meet. Of course, I have to support him although my heart is screaming, NO! Long story short, he canceled the interview because it didn't "feel right." I've been singing "Thy Will," by Hilary Scott. I truly believe this is where we are supposed to be. Please join me in praying for God's will, for doors 

to open and shut. I'm out of words. Love you my friends.