Me and My Jada

One of the highlights of my last trip to see my Dad was having Jada fly to Atlanta with her Dad. It was a very short visit, but I treasured every minute. She stopped to pose with my dad, her great-granddaddy.

and with Granny, though it blurred. Could it have been the photographer? Maybe.

 

She did the selfie with Gramma. We spent most of our time on the road. Jada was pleased to learn that Georgia restaurants came complete with cheese burgers. She refused some of the finer cuisine, like grits. She didn't even appreciate the delicacy of fresh cracked pecans.

Don't know about that girl's taste, but I love her anyway! I wasn't happy to not see her sisters, but I am hoping to see all of them this summer. Maybe sooner.