mike knows how homesick i get when he's in texas without me. i can't stand to hear about all the good mexican food (you just can't find good tex-mex in washington) and whataburger breakfast taquitos he's eating. my heart hurts a little every time i think of him driving down those long country roads and looking up at that big open sky. there's just nothing like where you're from and, for me, no matter how much i love my home now, a little bit of my heart is still deep in texas.
mike's been sending me pics like this one since he crossed the texas state line. ahhh, the homeland... where dr. pepper was invented and flows like the rio grande.