Observations on love, marriage, and motherhood
It's Saturday. Bryan is in our yard with friends, sweating over a BBQ smoker full of chicken, sausage and ribs. At this point, it's become a weekend tradition. They're lounging on the screened-in porch, drinking beers and watching March Madness, when all of a sudden, a voice calls from over the fence. "What y'all cookin'…
You made me trout dip yesterday Quite frankly, I was blown away By the kindness you showed to my heart So I wrote this ode, now let it start Some may say "Trout dip is gross!" But you know I love it the most So imagine my surprise When I came home to realize That you had…
Continue reading ➞ An ode to my husband, who made me smoked trout dip
Jillian Wyatt 