Yesterday was one of the hardest days in the life of our family. We drove away from our house, our friends and our life. Somehow, without us even realizing it, Texas became not the place that we lived, but our HOME. We left in a sea of Texas sized hugs and Texas sized tears....and then we drove and drove and drove.
Houston to Amarillo with 3 kids and 2 dogs, not the stuff that dreams are made of. Despite the raw emotions and the most awful scenery known to man, we made it in tact and without bloodshed. The conversation centered around how sad we were to be leaving, but how blessed we had been to have had the time that we did and our hopes to return to our home at the end of our adventure.
We are not Texans by birth(with the exception of Aila), but we are Texans at heart and I hope that we can bring a little bit of Texas to Canada and leave a lasting impression when we go. We will still say y'all, I WILL learn to make fried pickles, wear our bling with pride and say hello to everyone we meet!