**For those of you looking for a Costa Rica update.....oh you're going to love next week! I'll be kicking off the recap on Monday. Stay tuned!**
I'm not a huge Carrie fan, but I do love her new song, "Thank God for Hometowns."
If you ask me, small towns make the best home towns. Where the whole town packs the gym for a Saturday night ball game. And a line of cars follows the bus up the Caprock if the game happens to be in the rival town. Where people not only know your name, but your parents' jobs, your grandparents' names, and what kind of car, dog, and horse you have. Where people pull together when times get rough, and celebrate together when things go well. Thank God for hometowns.
|Hometown friends at Little Brother's Wedding|
People who have known you your entire life. People who remember when I almost cut my finger off with my Dad's pocket knife. Teachers who can tell the topic of my junior thesis and which locker belonged to me my senior year. Moms (not just my own) who can tell you where the scar on my right knee came from. People who remember my baggy t-shirt phase, my rap music phase, and all the other phases we don't have to mention on the blog. The ag teacher who knew I was lying anytime I said I was "fine" and let everyone know it. The nurse who knows she has to use a butterfly needle to draw my blood. The feedstore and gas station owners who have pictures of me at every fair for a 10 year span lined up on their wall. Thank God for hometowns.
|My first show lamb - I was 9 years old.|
|The whole town at State Basketball|
**Linking up for the first time with Rural Thursdays--so excited!