Hell of a Guy

Morning Song…


Just east of the Farm lay Sleepy Creek Mountain in all its majesty; for a short period of time The Nancy and I drive parallel to it on our way to work.  This morning in Morgan County, West Virginia was what could be described as a perfect example of what a mid-winter’s morning should look like.  There wasn’t a cloud in the sky.  The leafless trees all appeared to have their bare branches reaching toward the heavens begging God for some warmth, the temperature hovering at 21 degrees.  As The Nancy and I drove along the route to our offices, I glanced over at the mountain and noticed the sun just about to rise above it.  There was a glorious glow that formed a semicircle in the sky above the mountain with the non-seen sun as its source, and its light shining through the trees on the top of the mountain looked like delicate lace. 

I have always been enamored with sunrise.  Many times I have sat in my car at the top of a hill, cup of coffee in hand, anticipating the moment when the sun would begin to break the horizon.  It is the time I feel closest to the God I denied for so many years.  This day was no exception, though it was a little tough to drive and at the same time watch the sun out of the corner of my eye.  Just about the time the sun broke over the mountain I asked The Nancy about her day.  Her reply:  “I am a courageous, joyful, giving woman, dedicated to creating peace, love and unity.”

I have heard my wife make that statement many times over the past few years.  It is her mantra, and it is how she begins each day.  And each day she is exactly what she said she is and does exactly what she dedicates herself to do.  It is why I love her so much.  She is my little selfless flower. 

Thank you, God, for this day.  And thank you, God, for this woman who makes me happy everyday, even if the sun doesn’t rise.

And that is all I have to say about that…


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