It became a place I could not leave alone, nor my quiet talks with her, nor the good coffee in the candle light.”
–Louis L’Amour (The First Fast Draw)
Howdy, Pard, go ahead and grab yur cup. Pard, I’ve been sippin’ at this coffee an’ ponderin’. What are the chances that a feller from a valley nestled in close to the Front Range of the Rockies could meet up with a gal, much less marry up with her, from the country not far from the Pennsylvania Alleghenies? Pard, there is just no way…that is unless the Lord is involved. Why, I remember walkin’ down the road and saw this pretty young thing walkin’ toward me on the other side. I cocked an eye at her, she stopped then cocked an eye at me and we stood there, cockeyed as could be, hearts palpitatin’…whoopee, Pard it was something.
Yuh don’t think it went like that? Hmm, well, I might just be stretchin’ the truth a bit. But it didn’t take this ol’ fence post long to recognize that he was in love with that pretty gal. She wasn’t quite sure at first, no wonder with a fence post like me, but I soon wore her down. Yep, an’ 52 years ago, we tied that knot good an’ tight. I stop and the little do-dads run up an’ down my spine to realize that I’ve known her for over 53 years, it took that extra time to get her to say “Yes.” That’s two-thirds of my life, and almost my complete adult life.
The Lord knows what He’s a-doin’ bringin’ us together. Why there weren’t another gal on this green earth that could’ve put up with me. But it’s important that she or he’s the right one. A vow is a vow, according to the Bible, and commitment is commitment. Why, Pard, there ain’t a day that I don’t thank the good Lord for bringin’ her to walk alongside of me through this journey of life.
Ahhh, the coffee’s good this mornin’ or is it the reminiscing? Hmm, that makes me wonder how many cups of coffee Annie and I have shared over the years. Plenty at home, some in eateries, some along campfires. Good coffee, weak coffee, bad coffee, downright putrid coffee, but mostly tasty coffee–come to think of it Pard, that’s kinda the way married life is.
Let me heave a big sigh…what a gal, oh, and did I say she knows how to cook? My oh my can she bake a pie. With that bein’ said, yuh better be hittin’ the road. We done drunk the pot dry, and I know there are things that have to be did. You check yur cinch now, and have a good week.
Vaya con Dios.