There are a LOT of benefits of living in Texas.
For example: It’s the best of all 50 states.
Hawaii might have a little something on it…but then again…who wants to live on a live volcano, right? Maybe, me….
But Texas. I love Texas.
I was born upstate NY but you’d never guess it. Well actually, quite a few native Texans (like, deep Texans) have caught on to an old school accent with a few words/phrases I picked up from the parents. But for the most part…I’m TEXAN.
Through and through. And I birthed two Texan babies. It’s like an anchor baby(ies). Is that too much?
Anyways…it is January. It’s 68 degrees. And we spent a Sunday at the park:
This little boy walked up to The Nugs and wanted to hang. Corbin’s friendly face must have drawn him right in because he walked straight into Corbin and planted a kiss on his face and leaned in for a hug. Cor being the sweetiest peet ever, cracked up laughing and hugged him back.
Lashes. What else can you say but, lashes.
God Bless Texas y’all.