The Flying Biscuit with Annie

I told her I would drive her to the airport. She was traveling to Michigan to see her boyfriend, and insisted she could take Marta. “Are you sure Mom? It will be a three hour trip for you by the time you are done,” she protested. I knew how long it would be. I also knew I had been stuck inside my house for weeks de-cluttering and organizing cabinets and closets.  She could think I was making a sacrifice as much as she wanted to, but no, this was for me too. It was an act of survival. I needed this.

I stepped out of the house into glorious sunshine. For the next four hours or so, I was not going to think about what to keep, what to throw away, and where to put what I would be keeping, Sigh. Truthfully, this whole “operation organization” has been very difficult for me. Not only because I am an extraverted creative (who needs to talk to people) but because I am having to sort through so much of the stuff of my life. It isn’t for sissies. More on all that in another blog.

When I arrived at Oglethorpe she was wandering around the parking lot waiting for me. She was so beautiful in her blue jeans and gray cardigan. Simple and stunning. My college girl. She breezed into the front seat, blue eyes sparkling. Spending time with Annie is like sitting in the sunshine. I could feel the color coming back into my cheeks. I was feeling better. Brighter.

We had time for lunch on the way to the airport and she had a plan. That’s my Annie. We were going to to Flying Biscuit.

 

The whole place is a dose of good cheer. I could feel my soul drinking in the colors and ambience. Sweet manna from heaven! There were colorful tablecloths and dishes and of course, I was sitting across from my Annie. She laughed at my giddiness. I laughed too.

She ordered the Love Cakes. (Yes that is what they are called). Two black bean patties covered in tomatillo sauce and feta cheese. So good! ( Yes I had a bite. Or two). I ordered the Fried Green Tomato Benedict. It was the special. Not as good as the Love Cakes, but with a name like Love Cakes, how could anything be as good? I have heard the French Toast is amazing! Next time I may order that. Or the Love Cakes. Did I mention they were good?

While we were eating, I confessed that this wasn’t really all just for her, and that it was just as much a blessing for me as it was her. ” I know”, she smiled, ” God knew what we both needed.”. “Yes,” I added. “He likes to double-dip.” We both smiled at the thought. He really does. He’s God and He can answer several prayers at once in a single moment. He’s God and He’s good.

Before we left I snapped a shot of her outside. My beautiful Annie girl. Since then she has flown to Michigan and is now back at school again safe and sound. By the tone of her text just now, I think she may have left her heart in Michigan. Hmmm.

I think there may be some more trips to the airport on the horizon. Guess I will have to drive her!