For the first time in a long time, I wore a genuinely happy smile yesterday. My heart is full.

So here I am in Joshua, Texas, at Trumbleweed Ranch.  Don’t bother googling it, you won’t find it.  It’s just a silly name we call my friend Jody’s place.  It is a ranch though.  There are 4 horses, 4 dogs, 4 cats and 2 donkeys in addition to the people here.

As for the people, we’ve got about as many here as you’d find on Walton’s Mountain and they’re all just as friendly too.  The urban family continues to grow here.  Few, if any, are related by blood but we’re all family.  Three of my titles include “Sister” to one of the most amazing women I’ve ever met, “Aunt” to a 20 year old cupie doll of a girl and “Godmother” to a two-time All-American football player and Doctor of Veterinary Medicine.

Weekends at the ranch usually involve the whole family bubbling around the kitchen, making every comfort food known to man, and then settling down for a movie at midnight.  Last night, we had dinner at about 9pm.  We all sat around the kitchen table and it felt like Thanksgiving to me even though we were eating cheeseburgers and French Fries.  No November turkey ever tasted so good and I was so damned thankful to be surrounded by such fun, laughter and love.

Now it is just about time for sunset on the patio.  Yes, if we’re here, we take a few minutes to stop what we’re doing and sit on the patio to watch the sun set over the lake.  It’s a little tradition here at Trumbleweed and it’s a good one.