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Sunday, July 20, 2014
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Saturday, July 19, 2014
Dear Son, Meet Macon
To My Newest Newcomer, Welcome Home
It didn’t take much to rock my world in an instant. On June 28, at 2:17 in the afternoon, I was cradling one of Macon’s newcomers in my arms and fell into the deepest trances I’ll ever know when my newborn son’s eyes locked with mine.
Welcome home, Jameson Walden Weatherford. You’re going to do just fine here.
For a long time now, I’ve dreamed of how we’ll share our hometown with you. I’ve watched the children splash in the waterfalls and streams of Washington Park on a Second Sunday and wondered of the glee you’ll feel when the running water washes over your toes – all while live music plays and your community surrounds you like one big picnic blanket. I hope you’ll grow to ask me over and over, is it Second Sunday yet?
Your daddy is already anxious to promenade you around Tattnall Square Park, where you will enjoy nature, concerts and events in the backyard of our College Hill neighborhood. Without a doubt as you grow to know the landscape of Tattnall, you’ll also quickly learn the magic of the Mercer Bears.
Construction has begun on the in-ground slide that will coast down Coleman Hill. I imagine our outdoor lunches we’ll have looking over the steeples of our city and the cupola of the Hay House before we scoot down towards downtown, where we’ll wonder the sidewalks, and I’ll tell you stories about folks named Otis, Little Richard and Pearly Brown.
See son, we’re calling you Walden, a nod towards your Macon roots that run deep. They are roots that are intertwined with an amazing story of American music sprung from this city stranger than any fairy tale.
Your great uncle Phil was knee-deep in it. And he took our family with him, changing their course from newspaper routes and men’s clothing sales to managing artists like Otis Redding, Sam and Dave, Percy Sledge, the Allman Brothers Band and Lynyrd Skynyrd all right here in your hometown.
But if there is anything I want you to take from this is that it wasn’t about the gold records and royalties. All of this began during a time when the south forced black and white people apart. Through music and the friendships that were formed, your family helped break barriers that I want you to never take for granted.
And that’s not all, sweet son. There is a poet and a musician in your blood. Your mother’s mother is a Lanier, and we can trace those roots to your great ancestor Sidney. Just down the road from your home, we’ll walk the brick roads of High Street, and I’ll show you the cottage where the true founding father of the southern music movement was born. I hope you’ll love the words we’ll discover, and the amazing history we’ll uncover as we trace the footsteps of Macon’s famous sons and daughters.
And then there are the lyrics. May Macon’s songs be your lullabies. May your babbles be your own “wop bop a loo bop” May you know the wind in your hair as we roll down Highway 41 with church bells ringing everywhere. May you try a little tenderness with all that you touch. And finally, my only son, may you be a simple kind of man. May you be something you love and understand.
Welcome to Macon, Walden. I know you’ll love it here.
Friday, July 18, 2014
Bringing Home Baby
What a cherished gift to receive from our dear friends and the uber creative duo of Tabitha Walker (Big Hair Productions) and Stephanie Shadden (Steponabox Films / SS Productions). Here we are bringing home our pride and joy. Look closely and you'll see the nervousness of Jamie as he loads our precious cargo into the car for the one-mile ride home!
He was born #inthecorridor!
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Remember our friend Bright Blue from the original dog blogging Macon Candy days? Well Bright Blue is none other than Stephanie Shadden, dear friend and talented eye who films, directs, designs, edits and shoots video and photography. She's always been there for us capturing life's big milestones, from our wedding to creating the Rock Candy Tours logo. Now she's done it again to capture our tender moments as a new family . . . and the total cuteness that is Jameson Walden Weatherford.
Saturday, July 5, 2014
And Then There are Three
There are few times I struggle to find the words. But today, one week after the arrival of our son, is one of those moments. Maybe it's still the shock. Maybe it's the downsizing of sleep. Maybe it's because I am completely entranced with the overwhelming sensation of my baby on the outside --his intoxicating smell, his soul-digging eyes and his tiny, clutching, precious human form that I am nuzzling and snuggling and searching constantly. Wild horses couldn't drag me away.
And then there is Jamie, the doting dad, the tending husband, the best partner in this plow I could ever ask to be yoked beside. To say we are over the moon is an understatement. We are on our own planet.
Jameson Walden Weatherford entered this world on Saturday, June 28 at 2:17 p.m. He weighed 7 pounds 4 ounces and stretched 20 inches long. His arrival was uneventfully smooth - more than I could ever ask of him. And he's been looking at his new life with wide-eyed wonder ever since. He's even helped us catch back up on our sleep (I hope I didn't just jinx us!).
We are so grateful for the amazing staff of the Birthing Center at the Medical Center of Central Georgia and can't say enough about the dream team of Midwife Jennifer Stuckey and delivering physician Dr. Teresa Luhrs of Women for Women's Healthcare. We were in amazing hands.
More posts and plenty more pics to follow, but it's time I return to my family. Thank you to everyone who celebrates with us. Thank you for your prayers. And to the Lord Almighty, thank you for putting an angel in our care.
Jessica, Jamie and Walden love you.
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