254 | McLennan County
I tagged along with my mom this week on a visit to Waco to hang out with her friend Elizabeth, because one of my favorite things is to have all my mom’s friends also kind of adopt me so I have lots of moms, and also because my mom and her friends are cool.
It had been years since I’d seen the Simmons, and it was fun catching up with them as an adult. Plus, Waco has become such a cool little town — we ate gyros at Alpha and Omega, wandered a handful of shops, and, of course, went to the Silos so we could say we’d officially-officially been to Waco. I spent the entire time picking up cute household things with extreme affection, remembering that I neither enjoy the activities for which they are purposed all that much nor really have much of a house to hold, and setting them back down. In the end, I bought a ceramic colander, which seemed like a safe bet. And a cupcake, which was excellent and involves zero housekeeping of any kind.
As it turns out, Elizabeth is a fellow enneagram seven (HOLLA) and a photographer, which meant she got behind the wheel after we left Magnolia and said, “Okay, where do we need to go take pictures?” She proceeded to basically cart me around Waco and let me jump in and out of her car at random intervals for shots. Add perfect weather to the equation and I was in absolute heaven. Just a good-for-the-soul day.
Finished the day with Mexican at Hecho in Waco and funny stories. I got to learn from three people older and wiser than me just by listening to them talk about their lives and faith and families, which I try to not take for granted — the wealth of people I have in my life who I can look up to is astonishing, really. We made one last stop by Magnolia the next morning for breakfast, where I learned that I would like my last meal to be basically my body weight in biscuits and strawberry butter, then hit the road for home full up. (And already wanting to go back.)
Waco, I have a feeling I’ll be seeing you again soon.
