Note: See more photos of Happy's wedding here.
“But more than anything…”
I hope that in your life there is,
That your life ain’t all bill payin’, forced overtime, dictator bosses, and used cars with bad trannies.
Seems, joy, is a moving target lately.
What with planes carrying 200 people can just flat out disappear, what with We The People seeming to mean, people that ain’t us.
What with cancer, a disease we can’t beat and one normal working stiffs can’t afford a fighting chance against.
What with supermarket sticker shock and the unexplainable, damn near criminal, never ending gas price increases.
Come-on-man, hey Mr. Buffett, hey Mr. Microsoft, come down to living in my poorly built tract home, my double-wide, come-on-man.
Where there be JOY!
Let me ask you this: In the last year, how many times have you said the word “Joy” out loud…and if you’re named Joy or who have someone named Joy in the family/friends…you don’t count in this experiment.
You been saying “Joy” much lately? Been thinking it?
When my mind goes to doodling, the doodles are all thoughts of JOY.
The doodles in my mind are the faces of my children, the face of my wife, the faces of my friends,
and the Family B.A.S.S. I have out here on the road.
I hope that in your life there are,
brain doodles of,
Because if all that is bad, if all that is mean, if all that is nasty, if all that we can’t seem to control takes away joy…crappy wins.
This weekend here at this Table Rock though,
JOY won one.
Kicked some serious butt actually.
Uh-huh, you can take our dollars.
Uh-huh, you can take our votes.
Uh-huh, you can live in castles behind stonewalls and drive fancy cars, charge double digit dollars for steaks during layoffs and furlough days,
but we got something that ain’t for sale,
got something you can’t take away or tax,
we got something given to us by a hand bigger than yours, a hand that gives and doesn’t ask for handouts,
we got LOVE.
Hey you up on the hill,
“…my wish, for you…”