That little lady was only three and we went to sing while Taylor Swift sang on stage. But before she came out, these guys rocked out and I fell in musical love. We bought their albums and listened loud most every day. Listened especially on the long trip home. That little truck and a couple little hearts trying hard to grow up and not to grow apart. That winding road to a soft little spot where fish fly and an old man’s cheeks fill my soul with love while he grins. Where cinnamon buns and fresh coffee round out that fresh mountain air. The boats, the water, golfing off the dock like I ever knew how. The love, the fire, the pit, the sand, the rocks, the hope, the kiss, the laughter, those books, these hearts, the love. The love…

I’m not so concerned with the past anymore. Cause if it’s true, and I’m pretty sure it’s true, God is on my side. He’s on your side too.

So I breathe and choose to turn up the sound. I’m ready for a long drive home.