Letter To Me-

Tyson and I were able to go to a Brad Paisley/Darius Rucker concert a couple weekends ago. It was sooo great. And, I think Brad Paisley has amazingly inciteful lyrics. As we stood in the grass cuddling and listening to the lyrics, one of his songs distinctly stood out to me and got me thinking. It's called "Letter To Me," and I wanted to rewrite the lyrics to fit me. I really wish I could actually send this letter to myself 4 years ago. I think I would have seen and lived life a little differently....

If I could write a letter to me
And send if back in time to myself at 17,

First I'd prove it's me by saying, look under your bed

There's a box of cookies and your journal that no one else would know you hid.

And then I'd say I know it's tough
When you break up after ten months
And yeah, I know you really liked him and it doesn't seem fair
But you'll forget him by tomorrow, and the amazing man you'll end up with is rare.

And oh, you got so much going for you, going right
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night
Your best friend spread a rumor about you, and you still feel a knife
Sticking out of your back you're wondering if you'll survive

But you'll make it through this and you'll see

You're still around to write this letter to me.

Before you do something stupid with your friends,
Stop for a second and think about if you'd be doing that with your parents.
And when you get dressed, keep on that first pair of pants,
It doesn't make your butt look big, and you just need to give in and dance.

Each and every time you have a fight,
Just assume you're wrong and mommy's right.
And you should really thank Sister White and Wilson
They spend so much extra time
It's like they sees the diamond underneath
And they're polishing you til you shine.

And oh, you got so much going for you, going right
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night
Tonights the bonfire rally but you're staying home instead
Because if you fail Algebra, mom and dad will kill you dead.
But trust me, you'll squeek by and get a C
And you're still around to write this letter to me.

You got so much up ahead, you'll make new friends
You should see your life and husband.
And I'd end by saying have no fear,
These are nowhere near the best years of your life.
I guess I'll see you in the mirror when you're a woman.
P.S. Go hug Nana every chance you can

And oh, you got so much going for you, going right
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night
I wish you'd study French, I wish you'd take a cooking class.
I wish you wouldn't worry, let it be.
I'd say have a little faith and you'll see
If I could write a letter to me.