Fit to be Tie-Dyed…

I am so excited. I am fit to be tied. But this week, in honor of the occasion- I am fit to be tie-dyed.

Next Saturday at the Woodstock Music Festival, I have a few people I would love to introduce.

They share my last name.

From left to right, they are:

• My husband Jeff
• His sister Shelly
• Their Dad Jim
• Their Brother Mike
• Sweet Friend David
• Mike’s son Brandon

And that young man on the end, he would be mine.

Colby Dodson became my son on August 20, 2003. He is my heart. We have argued Green Day versus the Beatles. We both won. When he takes the stage next Saturday, you will too.

Three generations of Dodson make my heart smile on stage.

Paw Paw showed up to a two bedroom house with 4 kids and one on the way. He made a dining room a bedroom. I will be forever grateful.

Shelly has cleaned my house for me to bring Reagen home from the hospital. Just wanting to make you feel special.

And then there’s Mike. He has been Jeff’s hero for many years. He has become mine. I am so very thrilled that he agreed to play the Jimi Hendrix version of the Star Spangled Banner for you.

Mike has never been one to show off. Even though he could. That makes him even more special to me. Unselfish. Talented. Dependable.

He will be here Friday setting up the event. That makes Jeff and I know things will be alright.

David is a great friend of the family obviously. A good man. You will see him twice. He also opens the Woodstock Music Festival with the Cahaba River Band.

If you get too serious, find Brandon. He will make you laugh.

If he doesn’t, find me.

I will make you laugh.

I will feed you.

I will put you on the door.

That is where I put people I love.

And, there’s room for you.

Don’t laugh,

Cheryl