On this beautiful cloudless, sunny Sunday morning in the Shenandoah Valley, amidst the sound of doves cooing and the clop clop of horse-drawn buggies filled with Mennonite families on their way to church, it was my intention to write a pithy and poignant blog post about the beauty of life.
Then my lovely Jennifer reminded that she needed some “me” time of her own, complete with her buddy Martin and her favorite stuffed pig. I resisted at first, thinking that what I “needed” to do was more important than what she “wanted” me to do. And then it occurred to me that what she wanted me to do was also a part of the beauty of life.
So I guess that pithy and poignant will have to wait until tomorrow. I’ve got a dog to love and a pig to chase. Have a Blessed Sunday friends.
