Everyone was still sleeping as I sat in my mother-in-law's kitchen looking out into the dawn's twilight. It was a clear cold Lubbock morning and no one stirred as I ate part of a leftover roasted chicken Panini with stale edges, some oatmeal cookies and a diet coke. It was the perfect breakfast to start a perfect morning. That magical hour is the best time to just sit and think....to think of how wonderful, amazing and beautiful the world is and how blessed I am to be somehow plopped down right in the big middle of it all. Right in the middle of my mother-in-law "Big Red's" family, married to one of her one hundred descendants. Literally, the last count brought the number to 100. And today, right in the middle of her 103rd birthday, in the middle of her kitchen.
As the rays of sunshine penetrated the window and warmed my face I could hear relatives beginning to stir in preparation for the big party. Thank you, Lord Jesus, for all my undeserved blessings. Amen
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