It was as picturesque and beautiful outside last night as these two people are on the inside. We couldn’t be happier for Robynne and Greg (and Rosie!). 🧡 Love how this @cm_austin family celebrates together! #ParkilettiParty
It was nine years ago today that we brought Wallace home for the first time. He gave us such joy—a constant companion through some big life changes. We were lucky to share nearly nine years together, and we all miss him deeply.
And so it begins… I feel so many things right now. Sadness that he’s still not my Senator. Angst for his family (how much negativity will they have to wade through?!). Pride in this state showing up in 2020. Joy for the whole country to learn how genuine and amazing @betoorourke is as a person… who also happens to be a politician. It’s going to get even more emotional, but for now I’ll just say, “Go Beto, go!”
Thank you to @richelleontherun and @ga_austin for inviting me to share what makes building community so important to me. The best part: I loved hearing everyones’ unique experiences. 👏 to all the community-builders out there!
Every once in a while I hear a voice in my head and it sounds like Ray Nichols. Sometimes, that voice turns out to actually be Ray Nichols showing up in your city, looking to talk about art, side projects, how to create a second Instagram account, and then where to eat good bbq. This happened in December, but today’s his birthday, so… Happy Birthday, Ray!
My #best9of2018 is the definition of bittersweet. The sweetness: witnessing the birth of a sister #CreativeMornings chapter (@sanantonio_cm ), celebrating 10 years of the global community at #cmsummit18, and unique experiences with positive (and sometimes famous) people. The bitterness: swallowing the pill of a great man losing an election he deserved to win and saying goodbye to my loyal friend, Wallace. My hope for 2019: the love I know exists rising out of this global dumpster situation, and spreading positive change throughout the world.
One of the surprises of this Christmas was re-surfacing this doll house from the 60s or 70s. We think it was mostly handmade by my wife’s uncle, and the details are creepy, impressive, and quaint—all at once.
We said goodbye to our Wallace today. He was by all measures a perfect dog. He preferred sleeping to just about anything. He taught our kids to be gentle. And he shared all of his love—right up to the end when his little, big heart was working overtime. I’m not sure how I’ll ever feel whole without him taking up half the bed or biking with me in his backpack. He will forever be a part of our family and our hearts may be very heavy right now, but they are also several times bigger for having shared a life with him. Rest peacefully, Wallace… knowing you are loved and missed.
