Several weekends ago we had foster care training Friday evening, all day Saturday, and a half day Sunday, so with Monday being free (Thank you, Dr. King!), we decided to hit the road Sunday night and go to Austin, which is only three hours away.
We were all exhausted, but after such an intense weekend (on so many levels), we wanted to get away for a change of scenery.
Somewhere past Brenham the kids all had to pee and since we were in the middle of nowhere, we pulled over to the side of the road and had a little pee party (totally illegal in Holland!). It was while the waters were flowing the the kids looked up and said "Whoa! Look at the sky! It's amazing!" It was. For the first time I saw the "big Texas sky", inky blue, with stars covering it like a spilled jar of beads. In that moment, I started to love Texas, and as the kids fell asleep in the back and it was just The Captain and I driving in the dark, talking in the glow of the dashlights, it felt like magic.
We spent the night with some friends from our Nashville days, who were gracious enough to open their home to all five of us, wandering in, bleary eyed, late at night. In the morning, after breakfast, we were off for a day of adventure.
The day was just gorgeous, and after the morning at Champion Park, we went into downtown proper and enjoyed some antique browsing, and lunch. With full bellies we arrived at the Botanical Gardens.
I love to visit botanical gardens in winter because I enjoy seeing the shape and the form of the garden's bones. All good gardens begin with the bones underneath, even if the blooms and flush are what catches our eye.
Of course the children ended up taking off their shoes and socks to wade in the stream, and I found a perfect bolder on which to sit, feet submerged, and watch them. They fell in, of course, and had a wonderful time.
We returned to the car soggy, happy, and with enough blue sky in our hearts to carry us forward.