I’ve always known my heart belonged to the outdoors. When I’m running at the Town Lake trail, playing with Reggie at the park, hiking, camping, fishing, horseback riding, or just eating breakfast on the front porch, I feel in tune with the pace of nature around me. The English Ranch is where my fascination with nature was founded, and it happens to be the most special place in the world to me. It’s the stomping grounds of all my life stages, where I caught baby frogs as a kid, where I fell off my horse time after time and had to climb back in the saddle, where I would bring my friends to get away and be together, where I buried my sweet dog Sammy, where I got engaged and got married. I go there when I long for an adventure, and also when I need to settle down and be at peace. And there is no greater spot to watch a sunrise.

On Valentine’s Day, Mason, Reggie, and I headed to Spicewood for a weekend at the ranch. It was the perfect family outing for us. It's March now, so this post is a few weeks overdue, but I didn’t have a blog back then, and so much has happened since! Our niece was born, I turned 23, there was that white & gold / blue & black dress thing, and we had a freeze and the whole city shut down... On that note, Austin weather has been dreadful as of late, so I sure am ready to get back outside and be in this again: