There is a certain kind of peace you only find on a Texas backroad with the windows rolled down and the red dust kickin'

I’ve been out in my old Jeep for the better part of this golden afternoon, just letting the wind tangle my hair and the spring air wash over me. My favorite soft jeans are looking a little worse for wear, but they’ve seen me through every mile of these winding country lanes. Sometimes you just need to get away from the noise to really see the horizon clearly and appreciate the ground you're standing on.
Driving through these quiet stretches makes me think about the folks who didn't scatter when the clouds rolled in heavy. It’s easy to be around for the sunshine and the celebrations, but when life gets messy, you quickly see who’s got that true-blue loyalty in their heart. If you look around and see people still standing by your side after a rough patch, honey, you hold onto them tight. Let them feel every bit of the love you’ve got to give, because that kind of devotion is the rarest treasure in this big old world.