Rode the steel horse with Carrie Jane for a couple of hours, stopped in for some Mexican food in the hills, and, well, it was all just about perfect.

Came home and saw some of the critters browsing early in the day under full sun and with a slight breeze.

Crossed the lake and it was smooth and inviting.

Was able earlier in the day to serve as the chaplain for the WWII Observance, too, and spoke with four WWII veterans from the branches of service, several of whom fought at Normandy, Utah Beach, and the Battle of the Bulge. One even helped liberate Buchenwald. Each time I speak with men of this caliber I am humbled and grateful. My cup today was full. Thankful.