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Maggie the Aggie

 Maggie has been waiting for so long to be an Aggie.  (I am going to have to be a big post on Hays the Aggie since I haven't blogged while he has been there--I am just so proud of him.). We walked onto the Texas A&M campus when she was a Freshman in high school and the clouds parted and angels sang (Hullabaloo Kaneki Kaneki, I think) and she knew in her soul that she was going to be an Aggie.  She got a little Sheltie named Kyle Field for Christmas and life has never been the same--our closets are full of maroon and we know all of the words to the Aggie fight song.  The Braner family bleeds maroon!

I dropped her off a couple of weeks ago and, even though my heart broke because I was leaving my girl in Texas, my heart swelled because I knew that Maggie was exactly where she needed to be!  I cried so many tears, but on some levels it was such an easy goodbye.  I miss her like crazy, but I would never wish for her to be anywhere else!

She and Hays are neighbors and they get to spend so much time together.  I love it.  I love that they spend time together.  I love that they laugh together.  I love that he took her to her first A&M football game as an Aggie.  I love that he is there to take care of her and that they both have one another.

Her roommate is the best!  Her name is Audrey and she is so funny and so kind and so great for Maggie!  They have a disco ball in their room and that pretty much sums it up.

I am so thankful that she is where she is.  I'm so thankful that she is an Aggie.  I'm so thankful that she loves it so much.  (For those Aggies who know, she is probably the most Red Ass Aggie there is--giving Branson Washburn and John Dickerson a true run for their money!). She bleeds maroon and will definitely dance to Granger Smith's We Bleed Maroon at her wedding.  She left the nest and she is soaring!  I am so very proud of my girl--of my Aggie!  Whoop and Gig 'Em!

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