I confess that the four-letter word that some tired, bitter, burnt-out has-beens refer to should be one of immense celebration. It should be sung proudly upon awakening, a call to life to the birds of the sky, squirrels of the forest and, yes, even the earthworms of the soil.
__________________ Mike ~ Doting Dad to Jillie, Harper, Molly, Cooper, Eddie (RIP), Lucy (RIP), Rusty (RIP) and Jack (RIP). Check us out on YouTube |