Sometimes I feel like my life is a compilation of country songs. My twelve year old is going on seventeen (Teenage Daughters). The six year olds are feuding like the Hatfield and McCoys (Waylon and Willie, Luckenbach TX), we have a darling new babe (A Baby Changes Everything) and my dogs are taking field trips out of the yard (Feed Jake). All I want is a night with my babe (Barefoot Blue Jean Night). But I’m just an American Girl. And right now, I’m just trying to survive, and thinking back on the house that built me.
Meanwhile, my hubby is preparing for that teenage daughter (cleaning this gun), and we’re just praying she’s got no where near Taylor Swift’s dating goals. He and the boy are spending some quality time, chillin’ on a dirt road. Then there’s Little Girl, who is looking for the rusty kitchen scissors. Sometimes it seems like the chaos of this life has been too much, and we don’t even see each other anymore (Your Side of the Bed). But those moments pass, and all it takes is a look spanning the years and dinning room table to remind us that I’ll always be his Huckleberry.