The Cowboy Rides Away

I am riding on a spiritual high from last week. Not only did I get to attend wonderful services every night, but I got the amazing opportunity to spend one of the nights in church with my grandparents. The spirit was there in abundance and I was overwhelmed to hear both of my grandparents sing the Spirit of God and Redeemer of Israel. As my grandparents get older I realize how precious those moments are… and that night…I again, counted by blessings.

Now…about this weekend…If only he was 20 years younger, single, and knew I existed... This weekend Mary and I got the amazing experience of seeing, the one and only Mr. George Strait, in concert in Columbia.  Not only is George a beautiful man, but what woman wouldn’t swoon when he sings Amarillo by Morning. Fantasies aside, Kates and I enjoyed a leisurely Saturday shopping in CoMo, antiquing in Rocheport, and even a little trip to Kleinschmidts where I purchased a sweet new pair of cowboy boots…not a bad little weekend if you ask me J.  Now I just need a cowboy….;)