Oh buddy

Why are you so muddy?

Due to an unfortunate circumstance, I lost my partner for the Muddy Buddy a mere two weeks before the event. I found myself scrambling to find someone, fortunately my dad stepped in and did what Dad's do best - seize opportunities where they can outshine their children (all Dad's do this, right?). Well pride got my father to Dallas and Sunday we strapped on our oldest, most worn out shoes and our least favorite shirts and headed to a 7 mile stretch of mud, open fields, paved hilly roads, and obstacles.

The race was a blast, my Dad did put me in my place. We didn't place high...in fact I'd rather just emphasize that we didn't place last, nor were we disqualified--and that is a true victory in itself.

I have a theory that iPhones don't work well muddy, so the only picture I have is post race and post shower, however from my stupidly-cheesy smile you can tell I was satisfied with my accomplishment.

mmmm Sunday

The smell of vanilla bean permeates as the flicker from a single flame bounces off the walls exposing hidden cob webs in the corners of the room.

Beautiful old voices bounce off the hard wood floors with the subtle cracks and pops from the record player acting as the sole reminder that the jazz band is not playing live in the living room.

Days like today I find refuge in home.

The cool breeze outside reminds me that fall has come...that the seasons are changing and so are the things for which my heart longs.

Today I crave solitude. Today I crave simplistic comforts: cold hard wood floors, soft blankets and pillows, sweet music, and a puppy I call "Peach" to share this moment.

I hope this Texas fall will stay for awhile.