I’m lookin’ at this empty grill and the stack of red plates, and I can’t help but wear a grin that’s wider than the Braz

The house has finally gone quiet after the kids headed back to the river, leavin’ behind nothin’ but the faint scent of hickory and a kitchen that looks like a whirlwind hit it. I’m wipin’ down the counters and feelin’ a deep kind of pride because that brisket was melt-in-your-mouth tender and my potato salad didn’t have a single bite left in the bowl. It’s a lot of work to keep everyone fed and happy, but seein’ those full bellies makes every bit of the sweat worth it.
I’ve come to realize that life is a lot like a long Texas highway; you’re gonna hit some bumps and maybe a little construction along the way, but you can’t let that stop you from lookin’ at the horizon. If you focus too much on the potholes, you miss the wildflower blooms and the big picture of why we’re all here. I’m just keepin’ my heart open and my grill hot, knowin’ that as long as we have each other and a little bit of kindness, we’ve already won the game. Hook ’Em, y’all.