Well this post comes to you from the country side of Bandera, Texas. Cowboy capital of the world in case you didn't know that. I suppose I should update you on the irony of yesterday's post because literally 30 minutes after I posted that who escaped our house? Sandy. Who had to go chase her down? Erin. Yup. It was not fun but we got her quickly and made our trek to Bandera with Sandy in tow. It has been quite the day. I took down a bush with my baby not so little brother. It was great. I only have a little time to post this for I don't have wifi where I'm inhabiting currently. So until tomorrow! Hope you're having a lovely Saturday with your loved ones.
Memory #103
So in honor of being at the ranch I guess I ought to put a memory about the ranch that I just remembered. When Sam was about 5 (maybe) and I was about 8 or 9 our parents dropped us off at our grandparents ranch for the week or something while they went back home to be kidless or whatever. After the weeks end though a big storm hit Bandera (which if you've ever been to this part of Texas you know it doesn't rain too much out here) and it became so flooded that no one could enter or leave the country area. As an overly attached child being away from my parents for a week was hard enough and then being super paranoid on top of that I was completely under the influence of thinking that I would never see my mom or day ever again. I was a terribly dramatic child. I'll admit to that.
When we were finally able to Macgyvre this makeshift bridge across a previously destroyed dirt road bridge where my parents met us, I was so utterly relieved. Being apart from my mom for that amount of time was horrifying to me, laugh at me its OK. I remember latching onto my mother from that point on because I was so nervous that I would never see her again or somehow get stuck by the flood again. Then of course we got home and my mom was like, "Oh by the way we got a cat." So she pretty much made a memory that should have been scarring to something that involves acquiring a cat and I like acquiring cats. A lot. Also this is not my only memory of being a paranoid child to mother. My mother handled my nervousness quite well.
Love always,
Erin
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