“Laura, we are at the Marriott! This is NOT in my budget!” I squealed on the phone to my Bestie. After a few more minutes John returned to the car. “Robyn, grab your bag, valet is going to park the car,” John informed me. My stomach dropped and my inner honesty, bluntly confessed, “John, I can’t… Continue reading 6: Swept off my feet by a Texan