Easter's a Little Late this Year

Got a line full of clothes today. It’s a nice breezy day in the low 70’s so it shouldn’t take long for them to dry. For the last few days I’ve been hearing more and more songbirds gathering in the area. And while Easter’s a little late this year, I don’t think we’re going to have much more cold weather. This coming Saturday we’ll be celebrating my father-in-law’s 80th birthday. Doesn’t seem that long ago when we are celebrating his 50th. But Lisa and I just celebrated our 34th anniversary in December. Barely ahead of our oldest 34th birthday this month. Don’t worry it was a miracle birth.

Growing up in a world where my parents were looking for the devil in every toy, book, and portable radio me and my siblings had. You had to be sneaky about appearing sanctified while playing footsie with the devil. Don’t ask me what got me on this subject other than my father-in-law being a retired Pentecostal minister. I guess that it’s just the fact that I’ll be surrounded by like minded religious individuals this weekend. But as my Mom used to say, I ain’t nothing but an old heathen anyway. And I’m sure it’s my fault that three of my four kids tow the heathen family line.
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It's not that I’m anti-religious, quite the contrary, I respect anyone’s faith if they are sincere. But I’m not here to lay out any particular conditions for my “lack of faith”. I simply embrace what I think, feel, and see. Life should be a golden moment. Moments when stitched together make up a fine line. Between doing our best and being compassionate towards others. Now if you can’t embrace those terms without hatred, distrust, or fear then I feel sorry for you. For life is more than just about us waiting on some heavenly reward. I’d rather turn to dust in the ground knowing I did my best. Then gnash my teeth and wish destruction on anyone.