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Then He Smiled At Me

I was listening to the radio the other morning and the song “The Little Drummer Boy” came on.

I’ve heard it a million times.

I’ve sang it a million times.
I watched the claymation movie when I was younger.

But I’ve never really paid attention to the lyrics.

I mean REALLY paid attention.
Read them:

Little Drummer Boy: Lyrics
Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum 
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum 
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum 
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum, 
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

So to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum, 
When we come. 

Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum 
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum 
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum 
That's fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum, 
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, 

Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum, 
On my drum? 

Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum 
The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum 
I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum 
I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum …

Thanksgiving at Fripp

In these final days before Christmas, I think I should finally get around to talking about our Thanksgiving.

We went to Fripp Island, South Carolina this year.
Our beloved Fripp.
We’ve always wanted to see what it was like in a different season.

Due to a nor’easter slamming the coast, it was much cooler than it normally should’ve been.

But it didn’t stop McDaniel and Ellie from laying out on the beach.
It didn’t bother me at all that it was cold.

I always wondered if Fripp would still be my beloved Fripp outside of the summer season.

It was.
It was still beautiful. The beach doesn’t change with the seasons. But the leaves changed on the non-palm trees.
It was still the most relaxing place on the planet. You can NOT be in a hurry in the presence of Spanish moss hanging from the trees. You can’t. It’s not possible.
It was still the most entertaining place with nothing to do.
McDaniel was so excited that she was finally old enough to drive the golf cart around the island.
Even though drivin…

19

Today Monte and I have been married 19 years.


19.
That seems like an enormous amount of time.
Well, it did until we were on a flight to Nashville yesterday sitting next to an older lady who, out of the blue, asked us how long we had been married.

Monte proudly told her and that it was in fact the day before our anniversary.
She told us that she was married 67 years.

67.
She didn’t hesitate to tell us her story.

She was 90 years old.
Her husband had just died on Halloween at 93.
Their 68th anniversary would’ve been November 26th.
They were married on the eve of Thanksgiving, 68 years ago and they came back  to their family’s house the next day to eat turkey with them.
She was beautiful, sharp, with caring eyes and a lovely smile. She was on her way to Jacksonville, Florida to spend Christmas with her daughter.

She told us how her husband was a pilot in World War II and an airplane salesman.

Yeah, that was his actual job!
I loved hearing her talk.

On the elevator in the hotel in Nashville,…