I’ve been playing fantasy football for about eighteen years, and for the last ten or so have been in a league with family members. I love it, because it gives me an opportunity to interact with my grandsons who I seldom get to see.
Over the years, I’ve re-named my team, oh, probably… 25-30 times. I get a kick out of it, especially when I can entice Nathan—my youngest grandson—to ask what the heck the new name means. When he does, the answer can be quite lengthy—a small novel—and, in my opinion (hopefully Nathan’s too) quite entertaining.
The poem is one of many I’ve written for Sherry. We celebrated our nineteenth anniversary this past week, and we intend to continue celebrating our life together for many years to come. God has blessed us so much, but the greatest blessing of all is the unconditional love He gives us, and an ever increasing ability to love each other the way He loves us. Read the rest of this entry »
My friend, Waynette, posted this on Facebook this morning:This is my favorite time of day. It’s peaceful and nothing has gone wrong yet. Tuesdays are good days
I commented: It’s my favorite time of the day, too! It’s peaceful, and I’m thinking about all the awesome things that await me. Granted, most days, those awesome things get postponed, and the day is filled with normal stuff–even bad stuff sometimes–but, heck, at my age… I’m just glad I get to be here! By the way… you sure this is Tuesday???
White sands, like an endless field of tiny diamonds, sparkled in the early morning sun. Waves rushed in, with a gentle roar then hissed and, almost magically, vanished into the glistening white shore. Not far from the water’s edge, the jungle rose dark and dense, sunlight unable to penetrate the thick leaves and vines. Look closely and you might spot the path; an opening into the hidden depths of the tropical forest.Read the rest of this entry »
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