Some days are diamonds . . .

Confession time: I'm sitting here listening to John Denver. Lots of John Denver. Man, it brings back memories for me! Happy family memories like listening to his record (yes, the vinyl kind) in our living room in Roy with the big greenhouse mural on the wall with the hole in it that I did with my knee chasing after Brad one day. Or, rocking out to JD as we rode around in the VW van. Without seatbelts, laying on the improvised bed Dad had made. Childhood was awesome . . .