today we field-tripped to dobson, north carolina to eat at one of the area's finest little country haunts, the depot.
it's a special kind of place where the kindest of folks gather after church to help themselves to the most mouth-watering baby back ribs this world's ever known and then continue to wash down the week with a double scoop of icecream at the old general store. and it's quite a sight to behold... old ladies in their sunday best with icecream dripping from their chins. oh, we tried to blend in the best we could... but between my horrible roots and cameron's fascination with the stuffed bears and bobcats that greet you on your way to lunch (how appetizing), we may have left a bit of an impression.
But really, i'll say it again... it's a special kind of place. A place that invites you to take a step back in time and slow down a little, a place where the river runs though and dares you to kick off your shoes and dip your feet in for a bit, a place where people find a smile unexpectedly and you know all the love in the world just by sitting in a gazebo as your kids run laps around an old fountain. A place that makes you appreciate good company, your grandparents (afterall, they are the gracious people that treated you to this lunch), and the magnetic forces of an old mill that have you stopping to kiss your sneeze-y, cough-y, perhaps flu-y husband who will still kiss you, despite your horrible (so horrible you had to mention it twice) roots.
Oh Sunday, if you keep this up, you just may become my most favorite day of the week.