When we moved back to Texas last May people often commented on how fortunate it is that we could get John back here- to the land of his ancestors- so quickly. Mostly we just smiled and nodded in response to this. But secretly, we're happy he's a Utahn. I don't think any two people have had more fun in any place than Peter and I did in Salt Lake City. The culmination of the year was, of course, John's birth. So, he's our connection. Utah will always be the place where we had our firstborn son.
Don't get me wrong, I love Texas. Especially San Antonio and the Hill Country. My qualms are that it is too hot and the only mountains are clear on the other side of the state. Also, it's too hot. Did I already say that?
Anyways, when in Rome, as they say, we mus act accordingly. So we took him this week to get some pictures in the bluebonnets. It is a fine Texas tradition, one that I have been looking forward to.
Happy April! I hope you didn't get fooled today. No one put anything past me today, that I know of. But my main companion was John. Who knows what would have gone down if someone over the age of one was in the house.
He didn't quite know what to do at first when I plopped him down in a field on the side of the road.