Life in a small town may just be all it's cracked up to be. Goldthwaite City Park filled with pecan trees and vendors selling goat burgers mixed in with faces of souls that I am growing more and more attached to, it's all becoming routine -and I am loving the rhythm of it. Who knew that in such a short time I would convert from a tied up city girl to a country girl with real cowboy boots (and places to wear said boots). Get this-I actually liked the goat meat. Weird, right? Chowed down on it and wanted more. Maybe it was a Fried Green Tomatoes moment, you know, "secret's in the sauce". Whatever the case may be, I find myself in moments quite often where I simply must stand back, feel the sunshine, and take a breath. Sending up a prayer of thanksgiving for this simple life of blessings.
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| Some of the faces in Goldthwaite. I am loving these kids. |
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| Poor fellar. I really did feel bad for the guy. |
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| This is the cooked-off goat. It was totally delish. |
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| My new boots. I'm a real cowgirl now! (or at least a little bit closer than I was) |
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| Betcha can't guess who this handsome cowboy is! |
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| Michael and Marlena, our cowboy church friends. |
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| Patrick and Emily, our First Baptist friends. |
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| BJ and Jeffri, our Fellowship Baptist friends. And our cheerleader/gymanst/cool dinner time entertainment friends. |
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| Picture time-John gets something in his eye, Izzy is distracted in the background, and we're losing the good light. Oh well. |
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Looks like you guys had a great day. And I noticed Izzy in the background before I read your caption.
Why boots? Does not compute. I'm thinking toe shoes.