If you are ever in Georgia, or I am in California, we TOTALLY have to hang out! I shoot as well!
Excellent!!! I’d love to visit Georgia someday (so it could happen :) and you’d like my ocean side town in California and shooting close to the Reagan ranch i bet. :-D. Of course you are gonna have to set me straight on some of those football rules when it comes to touchbacks etc. So we can hang intelligently together in front of the tv—haha. Very cool.
It was Christmas Eve, and I was six years old, anticipating a visit from Santa. I had accompanied my parents(sans siblings) on a last minute grocery trip, as we awaited relatives from far flung places. My father stopped at this old German bakery, and as we mulled over the beautifully decorated cookies, it began to snow heavily. Looking out the window as it glistened against the holiday lights, I felt I would burst with excitement over it all. I was suddenly overcome with emotion I was too young to articulate, but I recall feeling enveloped by the utter love and protection of my parents, and in that moment all was right with the world.
It was one of those rare, magical moments one never forgets.