We arrived into San Antonio just before Pax's first nap...that is, he refused to sleep in the car.
He took a long nap and then Holly and I went to visit my grandmother and great aunt who live nearby. We just put Pax down for his afternoon nap.
I sit inside the Soupiset's ranch-style house, listening to the cicadas (or are they locusts?) outside. I had a Dr. Pepper this afternoon. Holly said, "So, you're claiming your birthright are you?" Yip, I am. I seldom drink soda, but it's a hot Texas day, so why the heck not.
Two years ago, we played here at the Soupisets. It was a nervous evening for me, I remember. It was still early into the trip and we were still figuring out our message...we still are. But I remember sitting on the floor with Holly and Paul and Amy until 1am or so, dreaming of a world of authentically experienced and exchanged spirituality.
But now Paxton screams in the other room, so it's time to get. I guess the second nap didn't take.