It didn't happen overnight, but slowly, things started to change. Instead of pining for the traditional change in seasons and winter snowfalls, I found I enjoyed the mild winters. I became ridiculously intolerant of the cold (kind of like this). I love that the sun shines so much here. I like that it doesn't get dark so early in the winters. And the Mexican food? Oh the Mexican food! How did I ever live without it?
However Dan took it to a whole new level yesterday. He told me that he wanted to play a song for Iris called Little-Bitty, since his nickname for her is Itty-Bitty. He was searching for it and then mumbled something about it being a country song.
How did you hear a country song? I asked.
"I may have been listening to the country station on the way to work. "
From NPR to the country station. I'm not sure it gets more intexicated than that!
If Dan adds an I wasn't born in Texas but I got here as fast as I could bumper sticker to the back of his Suburu, someone please tell us that this whole intexication thing has gone too far!
{Iris, a native Texan, just so happens to love her song. She'd run to hug Dan like this when he played it and then cried for more each time it ended.}
I cannot condone the country music, but I heart Daddy-kid lovey pictures. There are some really sweet ones here! I'm fighting the inTexication--Markus still does not have a pair of cowboy boots... (although I do love me some Mexican food--and BBQ--and I'm a total cold weather sissy now)
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