I'm a thief.
I stole the title for this post from Tim McGraw.
I love that song, and any song that makes you think back on your childhood home and town. Don't get me started on Miranda Lambert's song The House That Built Me. There really is nothing like venturing back home once you've been out on your own as an adult. It's comforting to know as soon as you walk through the door you are surrounded with love, laughs, and good food!
Garrett and I traveled home a couple of weeks ago for the first time in I couldn't even tell you when. We were back and forth between our two family's houses the entire time and it was nice.
5AM airport selfie.
Garrett's family picked us up from the airport and we had lunch at Heff's in Abilene, the first of many delicious places we ate! After spending time with them for a couple of hours, we headed to my parents house. Alyssa, Brandon, and baby Kinley had just gotten there and I was anxious as crazy to see them. I hadn't seen Kinley since she was a week old! We parked in the driveway and I barely said hi to my dad or Uncle. I rushed past them and into the house. As soon as I saw Kinley the tears came like I knew they would. She's just so pretty!
That night we had everyone over to my parents home and dad grilled burgers. He makes a mean burger.
Sunday we had family pictures.
Gill's Fried Chicken for dinner. Favorite.
Monday, Garrett's grandmother's came to visit. It was so good to see them both at the same time! They are the sweetest ladies and so very pretty! We took a trip to the good 'ol Whataburger. (Yes, I have a picture of Whataburger but not of the people there. Oops!)
Garrett, dad, and I drove out to Nolan, TX which is the tiny town that my mom was raised in and that I spent the first 10+ years of my life in. Talk about middle of no where! My Nana lived there, right down the road from my childhood home, and my dad has been busy remodeling the inside of her old house. It looks completely different than what I remember which is a little sad, but he has done such a great job with it. I spent the majority of my childhood with Nana in her house watching Walker Texas Ranger, learning to crochet, and talking. She was my best friend back then and I have a feeling she still would be if she were here.
My Nana's old house. Not much to look at but so many memories are stored here!
When I was little I walked this road several times a week, if not every day. It was nice to walk it again.
We drove by my parent's first house, and my first childhood home.
I realize this is turning into the longest blog post ever, sorry. I'll make it quick.
We had dinner at Garrett's favorite spot in town, La Cocina.
Kinley looks like a doll.
I loved on sheep out at the Cypert's.
We played Apples to Apples and fate dealt me the perfect card. I'll let you guess which one it is.
And last, but certainly not least...we rescued a sweet kitten.
Short version: He was out in the middle of the highway. Covered in oil and had a broken leg. Scooped him up and took him to Dr. Peek. He peed all over my dress. Didn't know if he would live or not.
A splint was put on his leg, he was bathed, and is doing great. I fell in love with him. Mom found him a good home.
Whew! That was a short, but fun, trip. Thanks for hanging in there with the long post, if you made it this far. You are a trooper.
I leave for France in the morning. I can't believe I am typing that. I haven't packed a single thing yet and plan on using the rest of my day to do so. I am so excited! Please keep your fingers crossed that we make it safely, traveling overseas kind of freaks me out.
I can't believe that in the next week and a half I will see the Eiffel Tower, the Mona Lisa, and most importantly stand on the beaches of Normandy where our troops came in during World War 2. Definitely going to be a surreal moment.
Ok. Going to stop procrastinating and do some packing!