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It was a sunny, late afternoon. Everything had a warm orange glow. We were in the farmhouse kitchen. I pulled my tee-shirt out of my jeans ans leaned over the white porcelain sink. I stared out the window. The bluegrass music on the radio played over the yelling and laughter of the kids out front. I could just make them out through the glare on the window. They were out on the Merry-Go-Round and Abby had the hose on the rest of them. Kelsie was jumping up, snapping at the water in the air. I took a sip of beer, then wiped the cold can across my forehead.
Nancy came up from behind and slipped her arms around me. She looked over my shoulder at the kids. I breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly. Life just doesn’t get much better.
Harvest starts next week. This years crop is just about as much as we will be able to handle. We will be living well this winter.
I said, “Hon....do you think the kids would like to go skiing this December? I was thinking we could go to Utah.”
Nancy pulled a little closer and said, “What do you think? John is cutting lawns for a new set of downhill skis.”
“Man, that boy is growing”.
“You’re telling me. It seems like I’m buying him new Levis every three weeks.”
I took another sip. I patted Nancy on the leg with my free hand and said, “I love you”.
She took my beer and gulped a few swallows. Setting it aside , she ran her hands up my shirt sleeves. I turned and noticed the fire in her eyes. She smiled mischieviously and said, “get me drunk and take me to bed”.
