I was sittin' here with my morning coffee, thinkin' 'bout those nights when the fireflies were thick as stars and we’d

There’s somethin’ about a Texas spring that makes my heart feel light as a dandelion seed catchin' the breeze. I remember how we’d gather ‘round the smoker, the smell of brisket and cedar wood driftin’ through the air while we laughed until our sides ached. We didn't have much, but we had each other, and when the hard times came knockin', we stood shoulder to shoulder like a line of old oaks. That’s the beauty of karma, sugar—you put that love and loyalty out into the world, and it comes back to you ten times over. I can still taste the sweet tea and feel the vibration of the music in the floorboards under my bare feet. It’s a beautiful thing, knowin' those friendships shine brighter than any Hill Country moon.