Traveling to Texas and introducing Grace to the Anderson side of the family led me to do a lot of thinking (ok, so I'm sure the 36 hours in a car inspired some of that thinking too, but still...). As I watched Grace ride around the rodeo ring on a horse with her Daddy, I kept thinking, "She's a Texan." Grace is as much a Texan, (and a Coloradan) as she is anything. Her heritage is her daddy, who grew up wearing his Wrangler jeans and showing sheep, her Grandad, the farmer and rancher, her uncle and Grandma in the Texas telephone industry, the trombone skills of her Aunt Casey and all the creativity of her Aunt Crystal. Grace's adoption means that she isn't a cute little visitor in our home, she is ours and we are hers. She gets all our history as far back as it goes and we get her future and all that comes with it. Welcome to the family, Grace.



