Game Day.

Felt so good, like anything was possible
Hit cruise control, rubbed my eyes
These last three days, the rain was unstoppable
It was always cold, no sunshine

It rained all night last night. It was coming down so hard out at Wilson Manor this morning that even the meadowlarks packed it in.

Rainy days always make me feel like I can do anything. Like anything is possible. Maybe it's because they are so unusual here in dry Wyoming. Maybe it's because they remind me of my years in Portland, when that feeling was a daily thing. Maybe it's because the daffodils and tulips look even brighter; my morning cup of tea taste even better. Maybe it's the way my truck seems to enjoy splashing through the gutters and puddles. Maybe it's just because of the way I sleep when it's raining all night.

Over my morning tea, I spent some time praying and thinking about love (1 Corinthians 13, baby!), and how love plays out in this, the biggest single day in my school year.

I had a great, all-made-from-scratch breakfast, courtesy of my lovely wife.

Had some good giggle/hug time with my daughter, who cataloged for me the things she expected to see in the concert tonight. Kids! Singing! Songs! Insurments! Peepol! Gikars! Kazoos! Drums! Didgeriooo! She might be disappointed on that last one, but other than that, we're covered.

And yes, I AM wearing my lucky socks.

The kids are ready. I'm ready. Bring it on.

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