I’m a Texan. I didn’t grow up here but I was born here. When I return for weddings and such, this place really resonates with me. I cry when I see my cousins. I cry at the wedding.

As soon as I arrive I pull my boots on and after a few beers at Roosters in Decatur (where my cousins have a farm) we head over to BIGGARS hats.

~Roosters~

~steaming my hat @Biggars~

~hat molds at Biggars~

Biggars hat shop in Decatur town square makes custom hats the old fashion way. Their felt hat mold is from the 1800’s and they make about one a hat a day.

After lunch we head to the farm where we ride the ranger, enjoy the brides luncheon,  jump hay bales and relax in the tree house.

~cruising the farm in the ranger~

~tree house~

~My niece wearing the belt my mom wore as a girl~

~Otis~

~the brides luncheon~

~my nephew outside NRS~Decatur

~the coat rack at the church~

My last day before flying out we head down to Fort Worth and the Stockyards.

~warming up for Barrel Racing~ 

~selfie In Biggars~

I’ll miss you Texas but mostly i’ll miss my people ~all my cousins.

MUAH XOXOX

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