I spent last weekend split between Dallas and Waco, Texas,
and there’s nothing like a little family time to make you realize that finals aren’t really so bad.
words fail my family and how great they are,
and being back actually made me a little nostalgic for the south (crazy I know).
More than anything, this short southern soiree reminded me of where I've been and how far I've come. And that's what gives me strength to get through what will come.
Flight delayed, so the G-rents and I decided to pass the time with delicious bowls of clam chowder.
The whole family was reunited in the parking lot of some random Waco hotel. Epic.
My sister had her end-of-the-semester choral concert at Baylor that night.
But it looks like the getting ready process may have been more entertaining.
As was the after party.
The feeling in the air on a Texas night is something I will always long for.
'Cause Texas is like no place in the world.
I think this song says it best:
Oh girl, I’ve been told,
When I grow old, I’ll be alone
But I don’t mind if I’m Texas
Oh but it’s been said
When I am dead, I’ll be alone
But I don’t mind if I’m in Texas
5 years ago