Girl's Day Out!

My Mama and sister came to Dallas! Well, technically, they came to Southlake-- due to some apparently-gigantic college game, there were no hotels near me! They came in Saturday just in time for a chat-filled lunch at Mi Cocina. Then, off to SHOP!! Oddly enough, we barely bought ANYthing... Except mayyybe a few margarita-induced purchases at their new favorite store, Francesca's. I love seeing my mom and sister. Somehow, it's like talking with them hits my "reset" button and unloads any feelings of stress, doubt, or fear I didn't even realize I was lugging around. My mom and sis are, of course, my dearest friends. I am so blessed to have a soulmate for a sister, and a mom who can advise and help like a mom, but who is still the kind of friend I talk with till two in the morning. We haven't had much time, just the three of us, in the last few years, so this trip was even more special. We laughed over memories, gossiped about our lives, and shared some fab Mexican food-- as always.

One of my favorite parts of coming to that point in life where your parents are also your friends has been learning about Mom when she was about my age. It's funny, how you just assume things when you're younger, figuring them out or determining them on your own, and then find out later you were so off base! I love asking Mom all the random questions that come into my head about our lives, her marriage to my father, her youth, anything. I love that we can share!

The other GREAT part about this point in my life? Well, simply put, life gets SO much easier when you finally realize that mom is almost always RIGHT, that arguing with her is a waste of time, and that everything will just be easier if you follow her advice! (Not that I'm good at it yet, but I do have it figured out...) Mom doesn't tell me, at 28, what to do any longer... Which is why I find myself repeatedly picking up the phone, dialing home, and asking her advice... "What would you do, Mom?"

My sister does even more than just hit some reset button in me. Being around her cements my knowledge of who I am. Around Jen, I am funny! I can make her laugh. A LOT! And I'm not a nerd-- but if I am, it's ok. (Well, ok, I'm always a nerd.) I can say ridiculous thing or share hidden secrets, only anticipating that Jen won't judge me like the rest of the world-- and instead, she tells me she feels the same way! I love my sister.

(Sister going "in the map", a la Joey on Friends, to help us find the stores we wanted in Southlake Town Square)

Thanks for the visit ladies! I look forward to as many more as we can possibly manage-- maybe without the same Mambo Taxi experience though!