I felt the need to explain the title of my blog, since even my husband, a fairly decent Lynyrd Skynyrd aficionado, didn’t catch it. It’s from the song Sweet Home Alabama.
“Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin”
Yes, most of our kin are in Jacksonville, FL – our moms and brothers and many other extended family members. As I was driving home from my last trip to the beach (a sweet 35 minutes drive) before we moved , the song came on the radio and I just began balling there in my car. With tears on my cheeks and the wind blowing my hair, I wasn’t sure what the coming year would hold. I was headed for Alabama where I have no kin. Now, after being here a year, I still have no blood kin, but we have brothers and sisters in Christ here in B’ham. I still miss Jax, but I want so badly for Birmingham to be my new sweet home. So, one day when I sing “Carry Me Home” I’ll be thinking of Alabama.
“Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue”