Well, I believe in the power of prayer. In Cowboy boots, songs on
repeat, and putting your feet up on your desk. I believe in sitting on
counters and smiling at strangers. I believe in the power of a song. I
believe in Willie Nelson and I believe my mama loves me. I still
believe in butterflies and beautiful blue eyes. I believe in myself. I
believe in you. I believe in Colt McCoy and Jordan Shipley.
I believe in getting tucked into bed. In singing hymns, winks from
across the room and pick up trucks. I believe in saying "I Love You"
and lazy Sundays on the couch. I believe the best sound in the word is
the sound of a screen door slamming. I believe my mom's Gumbo is the
best and my grandma's dressing is the best. And I believe that running
laps is pointless… you end up where you started.
I believe we all have a purpose. In slow dancing, watching the rain
and flirting. I believe in making people laugh. I believe we all need a
shoulder to cry on and that Scooter's is mine. And I really, truly
believe that the man that makes me snort laughing is the man I want to
And, well, finally, since its October… well,
I believe that OU still sucks. Hook 'em Horns.