Why Texans Love Texas

We went to Corpus Christi a week ago to enjoy the beach at 85 degrees and sunny. It was wonderful. I have a sister-in-law who dreams of getting back to the Texas beaches, and now I understand. I thought of her and my bro all weekend and there little tanned boys playing in the sand. Eva just loved it - the sand most of all. She was lost in her own little world of digging and dripping, every now and then wandering off into the surf or running off to chase the birds. Addie took her little buckin' bronco self onto the waves and just giggled and giggled as the waves carried her up and down. I wish I had picts of that... I'll just have to imprint it on memory - just like another image I have in my mind of Eva, puppy dog pig tails, running toward her Papa across the beach, calling out "Woody!"... Papa is "Woody" you see. She of course, is Jessie. I am Buzz Lightyear if your wondering.

This scene - Jessie, Woody, my Buckin' Bronco, and the waters of the Gulf Coast - is a keeper, one I'll come from time to time I'm sure.