Life is good.
Life is so, so good.
To think you can have a life full of blessings…faith, health, family, friends, a good job…and it keeps getting better.
And it’s funny. No, I mean HA HA kind of funny. Like, “Can you believe that just happened?” kind of funny. To where people at work hear your story about what happened last night, and they say, “You really do have to write a book.” No one would believe this stuff, though. It’s too divine.
But why not? Who could resist telling a few good farm stories to anyone willing to listen? And I have good friends…wait…I mean good friends who would read it every day. Everyone should have such good friends. And I do.
So I’ll start.