I have a confession to make. I married a Texan. I didn't mean to. He just kinda fell into my lap! Stop looking at me like that! I'm trying to write a blog post! What I was trying to say is it means that every so often, it's off to Texas to visit his family. We spent a week last summer in the Hill Country. We ate lot's of Tex Mex, rented a cabin at a pecan farm, swam in the Frio River, grilled each night, toasted marshmallows by a camp fire, got eaten alive by mosquito's, sat on a porch swing and read two beautiful books, I got to go for a run on the beautiful grounds of the pecan farm each day. Our girls got to spend time with their grandparents and uncle. They had a lot of rain last summer so it was very green and lush.