Yesterday on our way to Wimberley we made a surprise visit to our friend Laura. She had posted some photos of her vegetable garden on her blog and I wanted to see it. She and her seven year old son were out in the yard playing so she hadn’t heard our phone call announcing our visit. I’m so glad she didn’t because what we saw wasn’t the company’s coming version of her house. It was the real version of her house. A house of love. Every where you looked love spilled out. Love of extended family, love of tradition, love of architecture and authenticity, love of the earth and most of all love of this precious little boy.
It was so refreshing to see a mother who would rather play with her son than fold laundry. Who would rather grow her own vegetables than shop at Costco, who would rather restore a turn of the century home than tear it down. We only stayed a minute. I won’t lie, the house was not as glossy as the close up photographs on her blog. But I will tell you what the photos don’t capture. The love that comes from prioritizing people first. Giving the people in your life the only thing that ever matters, your full, undivided attention. Its a kind of love that you can take with you. It warmed my soul and right now my soul needs warming.
You can follow Laura on her blog. Blog Con Queso
You can follow Laura on her blog. Blog Con Queso
Just Passing Through 
Sorry I missed you two.
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