Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you're born - it's an idea, a state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, high school football, cookouts, country music, and acoustic guitars. It's being hospitable, being devoted to front porches, magnolias, the good Lord, and each other. We don't become Southern - we're born that way.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Cecilia is.......

Twenty-five. Lives in Arkansas. Loves God. Spontaneous. Loves summer. Outgoing. Loves to cook. Laughs a lot. Hates Twitter. Takes a lot of pictures. Makes a lot of To-Do Lists. Ambitious. Determined.   Refuses to ignore text (bc it drives me CRAZY when others do). Vegan. Owns 50+ Pairs of Jeans :). Loves my job. Workout addict. Thinks Netflix is AMAZING. Gentle Spirit. Loves Cupcakes (a Lot). Funny. One of 6 Siblings. Loves SUV's. Daddys Girl. Captivated. 2 Nieces and 3 Nephews. Loves Target. Wants a puppy. Cries at all weddings. Loves Razorback Football, but wants my kids to play baseball. Loves Country music. And thinks everything happens for a reason! :)
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