Be a Mamaw’s House

Last night my son Josiah asked me to play a song by the artist Thomas Rhett. It’s a sweet song about his memories at his grandmother’s house. Why would my thirteen-year-old be drawn to a song like this? Because we’re all drawn to mamaw’s house, that place of love, acceptance, food, friendship, conversation, and laughter. Like the song says, every town should have a house like that. Let’s get to it.