That's right, I'm officially Texan. I may have married a self-proclaimed Texan and birthed two, but Mama finally got the boots to make her one. Officially. I've got the driver's license and now the cow leather to prove it. Though the mountain ranges of Alaska still resound with my soul (or visa versa, rather) by these boots I claim citizenship. Amen, hallelujah and pass the queso! Mama likes.