with new york buried under snow, i was getting home from austin no time soon, so i roadtripped north to family in dallas for twenty nine hours filled to the brim with such very good things --
a pit stop in west for kolaches. littlest cousin lillie calling me "miss lexy" and singing ray lamontagne songs at the top of her lungs. a trip to the mitas vineyard with uncle mike for talks and laughs over tempranillo. a scooter date with little cousins. a coffee date with teenage cousin jackson. antiques & a wander in downtown mckinney. my aunt glenda's homemade chili and cornbread. big texas sky bespeckled in stars. willie nelson on the radio as i cruised up 35.