On our first night in Tejas Kev and I couldn't decide who would be the next to donne the birthday sombrero. You know, the sombrero that gets worn by HUNDREDS of people every year.
Jamaica - my heart friend. Sad that she isn't next to me in Chi-town anymore but oh-so grateful to have her in Dallas, especially when I'm home for the holidays.
Bubba. Here she is at 1 AM.
At the ripe young age of 87 she out-drank, out-scrabbled and out-lasted me for two nights in a row.
25 years in Dallas and this was my first white Christmas in Texas.
And this is what a Texas snowman looks like.
This guy has been a staple at Bubba's house for as long as I can remember. Flip his switch and his little music box plays a tired little Jingle Bells tune, the bell (kinda) shakes and his feet do a cute little shuffle that used to take him across the table.
My brothers grow faster than the speed of light. Thor and Tristen tower over me and Montana tries to but at the age of 10 he still hovers around shoulder height for me. Years ago I told them that I would give them each $20 when they got taller than me.
I shelled out 40 bucks this Christmas.
Here we are, Dad, Barbara and the boys. A motley Herron crew.
Mom, Terry and my in-laws really are that close. They hang out whether Kevin and I are there or not. I love it.
Christmas at my mom's -There's nothing like it in the world.
I love these trips back home. Back to my roots and those who know and love me most in the world. It's wonderful. And it's hard. Wonderful for all the aforementioned photos and words but hard because my time there is never enough. Never enough to see dear friends and spend time with loved ones. Never enough so I feel as if I can please everyone let alone half of those who matter most. Coming home is hard because so much changes and happens in a year and living so far away with infrequent returns tends to take its toll. But at least it's only a plane-ride away. And at least I'm not on the other side of the world from it. It is my home.
Cau for now.