“Not everything goes just like we plan.” That’s a line from Mauri’s song “A New Day.” My recent trip to Texas is a perfect illustration of that. It was originally going to involve the Andersons and the Carlsons (minus Ben). We would meet in Waco, tour the Baylor campus with Marissa, poke around the “Fixer Upper” sites, and the women would attend the Beth Moore “Living Proof Live” conference. Gradually the numbers dwindled to the final four: Quinn, Marissa, Cassidy, and me. A power pack, to be sure!
We met up at our hotel in Dallas late on Wednesday night, and after a sleep in, we headed south to Waco. Marissa had set up a 3 p.m. tour, so we found our way to the visitor center with a few minutes to spare.
The weather was gorgeous, as you can see.
Our well-prepared tour guide showed us all the important aspects of the campus and carefully described the programs Baylor offers.
By the end of the tour I was ready to apply. Surely Mauri would move to Texas with me, given all the BBQ options he’d have.
Turned out I wasn’t the only one of our pack that loved Baylor.
I mean, how many campuses keep a habitat for their mascots?
Of course a lot needs to happen before Marissa becomes a Baylor student, but if God has this university in mind for her, we’re going to want this shot to look back on.
The campus coffee shop and some more photos for posterity.
[The clothes reveal my secret, that these later photos were taken on a different day when we returned to campus for another look.]
So . . . that was the Baylor aspect of our adventure in Waco.
That night, as we headed out to find dinner, we drove past the already-closed-for-the-day Magnolia Market. I’m so glad I have this picture because it turned out that Quinn woke the next morning with a fever and was stuck in bed for two days! Not everything goes just like we plan.
Thankfully, our hotel was walking distance to the market. So the remaining three of us headed toward the silos.
Now, if you haven’t heard of “Fixer Upper,” a home renovating show on HGTV, you might as well scroll past these next several photos. I don’t watch much TV, but I’m a big fan of this show, not just because each fixer upper is unique but mostly because the hosts Chip and Joanna Gaines are so engaging. You can’t not like them. Chip is the Realtor and builder; Jo is the visionary and decorator. The combination is dynamite.
Joanna had a dream of reopening her shop as a place families could come and hang out.
So they bought these silos and the surrounding land, using the main building for the store and offices and the land for a play area and food carts. (No pets allowed on the artificial turf.)
The girls and I made some purchases.
Here’s my loot. I traveled light with shopping in mind.
Then we headed back to check on how our patient was doing. Not well, I’m afraid. Since there wasn’t much we could do for her other than leave her alone, we walked to the Dr. Pepper Museum.
Once known for its medicinal qualities, Dr. Pepper originally contained prune juice. Now you know.
I was hoping I’d see one of these. Takes me back to my childhood, when bottles of pop were housed in these large coolers with ice. Insert your dime, then slide the bottle down the row to that exit on the end. Your dime releases the trap. So cool!
My other favorite part of the museum was sitting in this theater (I in the back, the girls in the front) watching one commercial after another. We stayed to the end.
We had to move to a different hotel, meaning Q had to rally enough for a shower and a drive.
On the way she managed to navigate us to Clint’s shop: Harp Design Company. Clint is on every Fixer Upper show, someone Joanna asks to build a table or some such out of reclaimed wood. That’s his speciality. As we pulled in, Clint was posing with some folks for a photo op, but he quickly went back inside. The “M” in my loot photo was from his shop. We’ll find a fun place to display it at 514.
Quinn didn’t recover—at all—so we chose to skip the first of two sessions of the conference. When she was no better the next morning (though the fever had finally broken), I restocked her with bottled water, and the girls and I bucked up and went to see/hear Beth Moore by ourselves.
I texted this picture to Q, and she wrote back—”My happy place.” We dearly love attending Beth Moore conferences together, but this one didn’t go just as we planned. Still, the girls and I were glad to be part of the morning session, and I was especially glad to get to sing along with Travis Cottrell and the praise team.
What to do with an open afternoon? A little phone research led us to Spice Village and another opportunity to offload some more cash. They offer lots of Baylor stuff.
Then another stop at Magnolia Market to buy a T-shirt for the one who had to miss out entirely on the fun.
She might not be “up” for a crepe yet, but we sure were.
My first “cheat” in two months! No regrets.
The fading afternoon sun called out for more photos.
Pardon their platform-building progress.
The next morning a happy change had occurred, and Quinn felt up to being up. We checked out of our hotel and headed for church. There was enough time between the end of church and the opening of Spice Village to drive to McGregor to see Magnolia House.
And the joy of finding someone there who would take a picture of ALL FOUR of us, the only one of our trip!
Magnolia House is a B&B, and its renovation was featured in a Season 3 episode.
It was so much fun to see this house in its surroundings. I hear it’s booked for a whole year out.
Q sat out the shopping part, but enjoyed taking in the sights.
We’d be flying home from Dallas that night, and she needed to conserve her energy.
But she had enough to drive us to Dallas, then navigate to two of 17 suggested spots in Dallas she’d researched in advance. One was JOY Macarons. I know, I know, that isn’t how I’d spell macaroon either. But that’s how this shop spells it. I’m sure for some legit reason. A box of six came home to my man, who finds them quite wonderful.
The other sight to see was Thanksgiving Square, right in the middle of downtown Dallas.
Seemed like the perfect time to learn how to use the “pano” setting on my phone camera. I needed the tutorial help of my expert granddaughter Marissa. You know what happens when I learn a new trick, don’t you? Be warned.
I just filled up this post with a bunch of pictures that illustrate our course change from the original plan. I can’t say I wouldn’t change a thing; I would certainly have had Quinn out of bed and enjoying all of the fun we went to Waco to have. But you won’t hear any complaint from me that I got to spend quality time seeing Waco with two dearly loved granddaughters. I’ll cherish my pictures, but I’ll also hold in my heart Cassidy’s first entry in the journal she bought at Magnolia Market. There’s a lot to be said for Plan B. Or was it C or D or E?
—– Bonus—Hear Mauri sing “A New Day.”—–