I long to have gotten the chance to hold her in my arms, kiss her little nose and blow baby raspberries on her little cheeks. I wanted to get up with her for late night and early morning feedings. I wanted to walk the floor holding her close to me because she was cranky. How I long to lay her upon my breast, smell that baby scent of lotion, powder and formula, and let her hair tickle my chin. Now every year I silently celebrate what was to be her birthday while at the same moment count each heart breaking year. My baby is gone without even being here.

Georgia's Cafe is a little home like cafe that sits on the end of Main street in a small southern town where every house has a porch and every heart holds a secret. Georgia's Cafe smells of pine cleaner all the time, even over the smell of fried chicken and chittlerlings. Her special cornbread is served with every plate. Georgia puts her everything into making sure the food is some of the best you ever tasted. Not only is the food good, but the atomosphere is one that makes you want to stay long after your meal is done. Georgia's Cafe where hearts are soothed, burdens are lifted and...