I’m a Texan. I didn’t grow up here but I was born here. When I return for weddings and such, this place really resonates with me. I cry when I see my cousins. I cry at the wedding.
As soon as I arrive I pull my boots on and after a few beers at Roosters in Decatur (where my cousins have a farm) we head over to BIGGARS hats.
~steaming my hat @Biggars~
~hat molds at Biggars~
Biggars hat shop in Decatur town square makes custom hats the old fashion way. Their felt hat mold is from the 1800’s and they make about one a hat a day.
After lunch we head to the farm where we ride the ranger, enjoy the brides luncheon, jump hay bales and relax in the tree house.
~cruising the farm in the ranger~
~My niece wearing the belt my mom wore as a girl~
~the brides luncheon~
~my nephew outside NRS~Decatur
~the coat rack at the church~
My last day before flying out we head down to Fort Worth and the Stockyards.
~warming up for Barrel Racing~
~selfie In Biggars~
I’ll miss you Texas but mostly i’ll miss my people ~all my cousins.
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