I Am Grateful for Texas

Well, here's a post I never thought I'd write.

I am grateful for Texas.

I am grateful for Texas because it has given me opportunities I would not have had in California.  We own a home, we have a horse, I am a Stay at Home Mom...we can afford it here.

I had a wonderful job thanks to Texas.  My husband has a wonderful job.  We have met many great people that we will have as friends for life.

We have family in Texas (good thing? or bad thing? HA).  We have family in California too, and friends, and I miss them all dearly.  Perhaps distance has made the heart grow fonder.

One thing I hate about Texas, though?

The weather.

Yeah.  It's awful. AWFUL.  Which, I suppose, is why we can afford a home here and can't afford a home in sunny SoCal...but...OMG.  It's bad.  This past summer was MIS-ER-ABLE.  My saving grace was pregnancy and a newborn.  I had an excuse to stay inside for, like, three months, with the AC blasting,  And I LOVED it when my Dad would call me from California and tell me how hot it was as soon as it reached 85 degrees at his house ON THE BEACH.

And then there's the winter.  Remember the Super Bowl last year?  When it was in Dallas but there were ice storms and no one could drive on the roads?  Yeah.  So basically, it's either too hot to too cold.

But this post is supposed to be why I am grateful for Texas, not why it makes me miserable.  And today was one of those super-duper beautiful, perfect weather kind of days I used to live every single day in southern California but which I never, ever, EVER take for granted anymore.

It was 80 degrees and blue skies.  The kind of day that makes me think, "Wow, I love it here."

So...I am grateful for Texas  Yeeeeeeeeehaw, y'all.