Living out here in California, I only really venture home for holidays and now, wedding season. Over the past two months, I have flown to Texas on three separate trips for three beautiful weddings in three different cities. Slowly, I flight-hopped up the length of Texas—first Houston, then Austin and finally Dallas. Each weekend was a reunion, and I am reminded of what I miss about Texas besides the food (and my family).
Each weekend had its highlights—celebrating my lovely bride-friends of course—but nothing beats (selfishly) spending time with the people who know and love me best. And on one particular weekend, my people and their puppy.
I am thankful for:
- Getting picked up from the airport
- Late night Whataburger runs
- Harmless college gossip
- Pillow talk on the makeshift bed
- Blaring country music with windows down
- Breakfast tacos, yo
- Sharing some big dreams
- Walks around Town Lake
- Making plans to see each other again
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- Finding a bowl of queso
- Lots of inside jokes
- Getting dressed up like old times
- Late night hotel hot tubs
- Millions of puppy kisses
- Being surprised by friends
- Wedding cake + champagne
- Conversations full of nostalgia
- Playing the game of catch-up
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And so much more. To my friends in Texas, thanks for celebrating so much life with me.