Soon, the girls and I will pile into the van and head south to Texas for a vacation. The three of us surrounded by friends we love and in the place I love. It will be the girls first Texan summer. Feeling the asphalt squish under your feet as it radiates heat. Feeling like you have to push your way through the thick hot air. Feeling the hot steering wheel sear your hands because you don't have a windshield sun screen anymore. Anna was too little when we moved back to MN to remember what July in Texas feels like. Emily has never been there in the summer. We usually go there during the girls' spring break in March. I anticipate some stunned looks on their faces when they first step out of a cool air conditioned house into the brick oven like heat of Texas in July. Not even in the night does it cool off. But I can't wait to go.
I know I'm nearly there when I'm climbing up the hills on the border between Oklahoma and Texas and see the Red River below. I know it sounds odd, but I can feel the joy hidden deep down inside that I'm back. As we drop back down into Texas I can't stop the grin. On the flip side, when we leave Texas and this time I'm dropping over the hills into Oklahoma I can't stop the tears. But for now? I'll wait in anticipation of the indescribable joy I feel, even after driving for 12+ hours that I'm finally back in Texas. At least for a while.