Newness of years, biscuits and gravy...

I am sure there is a lot I could write on the topic of newness, resolutions, and aspirations for the year ahead. I am certain there is. We certainly talked about the New Year in this home. A little bit here and a little bit there. We rang it in together with friends and neighbours and enjoyed every bit of downtime together in the days that followed.

We talked about being kinder to our sister, about listening and not wasting years off of Mommies life by the sheer number of times she has to repeat herself. Less sugar (for the girls), less wine (for Mommy), moving our bodies and getting outside every chance we have. More books, less screen time. Less quarters in the swear jar.  Yes we talked about all of those things....but here, in this house, we are ALWAYS talking about something. We rarely steer around things, we tend to hit them head on ...(topics of conversation that is).
So its no surprise that we can't seem to get this sassy and refreshing little country number out of our heads!
We sing it at the tops of our lungs in the car, while cooking or cleaning or playing or lounging. One of us is always singing this song.
So maybe instead of offering up New Year's resolutions and pledges to change and be different and do more and be more, to be better and stronger and fitter, we will offer up some sage country wisdom.
Yes sir. Biscuits and gravy. Have a helping and a listen...and perhaps take the words to heart moving forward into this new year.