Dear Friends,

 

Is that corn between my teeth? That’s what happens when I do my typewriter style of eating fresh corn on the cob. There’s butter smeared across my cheeks, and I’m wearing a huge Fourth of July smile. Nothing beats a summertime celebration with family, friends, and fireworks. Nothing except a quiet moment when all the festivities have died down and I can sit next to Wayne and gaze into the sky as it lights up in colors of red, white, and blue. Silently I thank God that we live in the land of the free and the brave. Take a moment with me, won’t you, to appreciate all we’ve been given.