(To Muddy)

When I was 9, being the oldest on Thanksgiving meant getting up with Mom, cooking cornbread, shredding wheat bread, and chopping various things until she told me to stop.

At 43... It means the house smells like dryer sheets as I freshen up laundry for the kids' bedrooms, make sure I've made 3 trips to the store to get all the secret things they love to eat

And make cornbread/shred wheat bread; bc like that nine year old kid... I will cook forever to do right by my family.

This is my only holiday with both of them; I only get them both together for this week. It's the perfect Chord... It's faery light... It's fireflies. We will all play guitar together. It will be beautiful.

Shiner's son is an hour away and I'm making his bed with a smile on my face...

Because no one can ever take a minute away from you that you ever had with your kids.

Muddy, I wish you cornbread.