Jessica Leigh Lebos has not received any gifts yet
*This piece originally appeared at ConnectSavannah.com.
When I first met my husband in Northern California, I was fascinated by his Southernness.
The sexy drawl, the Low Country Boil he cooked up for my birthday, his refusal to wear a skirt like the other scruffily-bearded hippie boys ... let's just say he stood out.
He sugared me up with his "y'alls" and his "yes ma'ams," and introduced me to his mama, who patted my cheek and called me "dahlin'".
Spring has sprung forward and I’m waiting in my front yard. The air holds a vague promise of the months of warmth to come, but this morning it still stings cold, and I tuck my cheeks into the collar of my jacket.
It’s common for me to stand vigil in front of my house so I can shake my fist at drivers peeling past at unacceptable speeds. But today I’m not minding not the street — only the line of dark green shrubs underneath the living room window.
These bushes, festooned with…Continue