The women who fly to Austin each week leave me crumbled in a huge pile of humbleness. Like, how am I this lucky? How do I get to introduce the most wonderful souls to the most gorgeous waters, and laugh and play and dance under the giant Texas sky, all with my sweet little family playing nearby in the forest?
I may never logically be able to explain the how, or what, or any of it... but I know, without question, that this is what I was born to do, all of my broken pieces make sense now, and I have no intention of slowing down any time soon.
