Wouldn't Change A Thing

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Buc-ee’s-Lovers Us…

Said good-bye to our favorite beaver…checked out the Easter merch…bought one last coffee and paddle tail…picked up treats for family and friends…

Shopper-me—browsing the aisles, toodling along, not a care in the world—froze. Because there it was: the song…the song that gets this old gal, every time…

Don’t typically notice the background music, because, well, it’s in the background. But suddenly the world stopped, and it was just us—shopper-me, salt water taffy, and Garth Brooks saying, “Hey, Old Gal, here’s that song that gets you every time”…

Hours on the road…activity after activity…Garth on the radio…those girls of mine in the back seats…all of us crooning…emotional…feeling it…”The Dance”…

Mama-me knew the song was about love and loss, but to her, it’s always been about something more…the dance…the dance of life…

HER dance of life, with those daughters of hers…and looking back she wouldn’t change a thing…wouldn’t miss the pain…because that dance…that dance of life with those sweet ladies of hers…and now that grandbaby to be…

Is a dance…this old gal wouldn’t trade…for anything…
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And those daughters of mine…agree…