I had an epiphany
the other day. Scary, I concur. However, I believe I must share it in the written word
because well, that’s just what I do.
I’m fixin’ to say somethin’
that may make some family members
and long-time friends
upset. I realize there might be a tendency to want to throw something
after my announcement so I merely ask that you move away from sharp items as well as bee-bee guns
. Here goes.
I love living in Oklahoma.
Mother? Put the shoe down. I’m your baby girl
. And I’m still a Texan. Hook ’em
One might think it odd that I have grown to love this Sooner
state. I mean, for the last six years our Longhorn lovin’ family
has been mistreated by those who wear the crimson and cream
. Doesn’t Sooner mean thief
anyway? I’m just sayin’.
While these fans make many taunts
at our family including turning those beloved fingers upside down instead of THE CORRECT WAY and also vandalizing our yard on the TEXAS/OU weekend
, I still love ’em
, bless their hearts.
Oklahoma reminds me a lot of my beloved Texas
. But one thing is different: The weather
. For the first time in my life
, I get to experience autumn, winter, spring
. In central Texas, we have nine months of summer, a couple months of spring, a few weeks of fall and a couple days of winter. We wear shorts on Christmas day
which means we ladies have to shave our legs
year round. Or at least we should.
I not only love Oklahoma because of my awesome church
and amazing friends
, but also because we have FOUR seasons. I love the warm, summer days
that take my family outside but come early August, I’m also ready to say SAYONARA to such misery. The crisp days of autumn
are refreshing…a much needed break from the previous season. I look forward to the cold, winter days
so that I can wear my warmer clothes and cool boots. (They’re really cute boots. Oh, and I’ve got a couple cute sweaters that make this thick girl look thin. I wear them everyday.)
I’m always ready for seasons to begin
and seasons to end
Never once have I found myself wishing spring away
. In fact, it’s never around long enough.
So, why is that? Why do I like spring
so much? Is it the fact that my shorts aren’t drenched
after sitting in a chair too long? Or because I can hear the birds chirping
and feel the wind blowing
when I’m sitting outside on the porch? Maybe it’s because I get to spend hours on end digging in the dirt
and preparing the soil for the flowers
we just purchased.
Not sure of the reason
. Maybe it’s all of the above. All I know is I like spring
I like it a lot.