For those of you who don't know, I found my way to Tennessee by way of a big, crazy dream. I got this wild idea that I was going to be songwriter. So, I picked up my diploma, packed a trailer with some mismatched furniture and a guitar I still don't know how to play, and moved to Nashville....all alone.
There were many days and nights I sat alone in my little apartment with nothing to do and no one to talk to. In fact, I lost a lot of weight when I moved here because I didn't have anywhere to go but the gym. Funny, I don't even remember what it was like to be alone. I'm not even sure I remember what quiet is. Wait....is there even still such a thing as privacy? And...ummm...my fat butt hasn't seen a gym in some time!
Obviously, my life is in a very different place than it was 6 years ago. I can't help but think that God gave me the desire to be a little country starlet just to get me on a path that would cross Rodney's....and boy is that a story for another day!!
So, my dreams of making it big in the music biz didn't exactly pan out, but my dreams of a prince charming, beautiful children and a blessed life did. And maybe, just maybe, should his heart so desire, one of my kids may be on his own path for a musical destiny.
Clinton found my guitar in the play room and figured out how to open the case (dang those super-tuned fine motor skills!). I could hear strumming coming from upstairs. Alarmed, I headed up to see what was going on. Clinton was playing a song....and has played one almost every day since. He loves it. It's one of the few things he understands he has to be careful with and treats it nice. I hope he always looks forward to the possibilities of music!
Living vicariously through Taylor Swift,
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So he is growing really fast and seems to look more and more like a little man...his haircut is too cute!
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