This past weekend Stephen and I flew to Amarillo for the opening of the America's Horse in Art exhibit. I've wanted to visit the American Quarter Horse Museum since I was a kid, so I was thrilled when I was invited to participate in the show. It was humbling to realize the first time I would be able to visit the museum, I would have artwork hanging in it.
Amarillo was smaller than I expected but we managed to fill our three days there with surprisingly good food, semi-cheesy tourist attractions, and a wide range of art.
But the highlight of the trip was learning my dearest friend from college would be driving through Amarillo with her family on their way to Colorado. What are odds? I'm so grateful we were able to spend the morning with them.