Hey y’all…
This song you just heard, “Broken Roads to You”... it’s not one I wrote for the charts. It’s the one I wrote in the midnight hours in my bedroom, tears hitting the page while the house slept.
My oldest… the boy who used to ride on my hip while I stirred dinner… the one who reached out to me on my birthday in 2015 after years of estrangement… he’s grown now.
Tall, quiet, stubborn. This Holiday season I watched him fall in love for real. Not puppy love. The kind that makes a man choose every day to be better.
Most days, I would stand in the background, pretending to be busy, but really just watching them. The way he reached for her hand without thinking. The way she laughed at his terrible jokes and lit up the whole room. The way they argued sometimes, we argue sometimes—respectful, real—then make up…. They acted like two people who actually choose each other.
One night I saw him open the car door for her, same way I taught him prior to my active addiction years when he was young, and she looked at him like he hung the moon.
Something in my chest cracked wide open. Because I know what it feels like to grow up thinking love might leave.
To carry invisible bruises from folks who were supposed to stay.
And here was my boy… choosing to love somebody safe. Every single day.
So I wrote this for them. For every mile of bad roads they’ve walked alone. For every fear they’re brave enough to say out loud. For the nights they fight, and the mornings they wake up and still choose “us.” It’s my quiet way of saying: You’re doing it right, babies. You’re breaking every curse I was scared would follow our bloodline. You’re building something real in a world that keeps trying to sell us fake.
And if you’re listening tonight and you’ve ever felt abandoned… or not enough… or like love was always one foot out the door… this one’s for you too.
Because these two kids? They’re proof that healing looks like showing up. Every damn day.
This is My love letter to my son and the girl who taught him how to stay. And to every single one of you still brave enough to love out loud.
Turn it up. Let it wreck you a little. Then go call somebody and tell them you’re still choosing them.
I love y’all. See you down the road.