For years, we read each others blogs, and left comments back and forth. Eventually, we began to email. Then FB. And eventually we began texting. But we never spoke on the phone or skyped or anything like that. And we never met because we are many miles apart... I'm in Texas, and she's up in Maryland.
Valerie has been my modern day "pen pal" for a long time, so when she finally booked a flight to come visit me, I was thrilled! We had written to each other for enough years that by the time we finally met face to face, I just felt like I was giving my long lost friend a hug. Hanging out with her all weekend was never weird or awkward... It was just comfortable and was so much fun!
The day Valerie got in, we went to the Arboretum. And guess what? It's that same time of year... "Dallas Blooms"! If only we could have imagined, 9 years ago when she commented on my blog that first time, that we'd be going there together eventually it would have seemed pretty unlikely. But we did it!
We met up with my brother and Fermin for dinner- Of course, we had to take Valerie out for Mexican food. Valerie claims they have Mexican food up in Maryland, but I can't believe that's really true. Regardless, if anyone comes to visit Texas, they're going to be subjected to Mexican food. It's the law around here. And it's the best law we have.
|in case there was any confusion, THIS IS THE GRASSY KNOLL|
|i'm sort of in a hurry, as you can see|
We ended up at the Dallas Museum of Arts- which by the way, as a bonus, is free! Free art for the people! Yay!
Another day, we had a short visit to White Rock Lake, which is one of my favorite spots in Dallas- and I swear that sometimes, it's the reason I still live here. I wish we had had time for a much longer walk while we were there... But at least Valerie got to see it, because I refer to it often. Plus we got this great picture of us while we were there...
|Me and Valerie-- at White Rock Lake!|
As I knew it would, Valerie's time in Dallas went too fast and I didn't feel ready when Sunday arrived, and it was time for her to fly back home. She stopped over to say goodbye on her way to the airport. But what kept me from feeling too sad was a. my hangover (I'm not kidding) and b. knowing that I'm going to get to visit her next. I can not wait!