As a kid my afternoons were awsome....most often it was spent with my daddy, papa and brother. Our daily routine was routine by one thing, school and then afterwards work on our family farm. I had the pleasure and privilege of growing up with people who loved me and loved their lives, Our God, country and who they were. I remember the smell of my grannies kitchen in the evening, the feel of the air as seasons changed and the comfort that came with family and a sense of accomplishment. There is a special light that comes with the sunset when viewed from my papas porch and a breeze that settles and sooths as it carries the sounds and smells of the evening. Man I miss that assurance. ....
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 23:07:31 +0000
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