Week before last I went to a conference in Dallas. The weather was perfect.
I spent an evening at the Dallas temple, which is currently rocking a spot in my top three.
I loved it so much that I went back for a little afternoon serenity.
And naturally I hit up a Rangers game. Darvish pitched. The evening was perfect. I wore a t-shirt. There was a perfect breeze. The stadium next to the water was too gorgeous to handle, and they had a rentable field for kiddos to use during the game. The sky, the wind, the ambiance. I even talked my way into free parking.
And in between it all, a conference about dying and a lot of appreciation for my life, my breath.