I look out my window this morning to see the sun rising into the cold Colorado air. Clear skies, a light dusting of snow sitting atop tree branches, and the subtle chirping of birds just waking bring a smile to my face.
As a child, I would be racing toward the Christmas tree with unbridled joy eager to see what Santa had brought me in his giant red sack of toys. As an adult, I sit before this screen writing. Despite the obvious physical differences and altered belief system regarding mythical characters, I still share that unbridled joy with my adolescent self.
Only now it’s not for toys or money or shredding open presents. I’m simply thrilled to be alive…[Click Here to Enjoy more of this Journey]