Otey, Cooper, Louie, and I made it to Indiana about midnight. Cooper had a good trip until we hit the end of the driveway. When I got out to open the gates the light woke him and he cried until we got him out. He was so happy to see my Mom and Dad that he instantly forgot what he was crying about. My mom was up baking pies and my Dad was napping on the couch. Cooper played for a few minutes and then went right to bed. Tomorrow my crazy family will all come to my Mom’s for Thanksgiving. My cousin Heather and her family are coming early for some family pics. After we eat bird tomorrow (while the free labor is fat and happy) we’re going to load some of our furniture for the first official load to Iowa. It seems funny to be moving our junk again. Otey and I have had such unique adult lives. Neither of us have ever really felt like anywhere was "home" since we moved away from our parents houses after high school. We have both spent most of our adult lives traveling for rodeos, or for work at rodeos, that the concept of having a home base that actually feels like a "home" is new for both of us. We lived in the same house in Marshall for four years and neither of us ever felt like it was more of a home then our camper, or a motel room, or our parents house. I know that might sound sad if you don’t get the big picture. I guess we’ve just always been happy being together where ever we might be. Anywhere we are together is home for the moment. I’ll be sure and keep you posted and let you know when our little house on Meadowdale Street make the change from a house we live in…. to "home".
If you’re reading this, remember, we’re thankful for you and the impact you have on our lives. Happy Thanksgiving everyone.