From the pumpkins and the priests of St. André's Parish...
I grew a beard until my wife proclaimed it's robust awesomeness was overwhelming for her heart. RIP Beard. You were loved.I have not yet been overwhelmed (although I think a few were last winter--my mother included). Keep bringing on the awesomeness, I say.
I lay on my back filled with strange feelings of the power and grandeur of the God who had both framed and rent this mountain asunder. ...How loudly God speaks to the heart, when it lies awe-struck and subdued in the presence of His works. In the shadow of such a grand and terrible form, man seems but the plaything of a moment, to be blown away with the first breath. ...[T]hat wall of a thousand feet perpendicular, with its seams and rents and stooping cliffs, is one of the few things in the world the beholder can never forget. (Rev. J. T. Headley)We made it back to Henderson a little later than we'd hoped, but agreed the sacrifice of time and dryness was well worth it. We warmed ourselves by the fire with food and good humor...and maybe even a Birthday toast or two.