Thanks Ann

When Ann and I were still working, I usually left a little before her.  If there was a particularly beautiful sunrise, I'd call her and she'd go out in her backyard to share it with me.  Now, with her gone, every time I see a beautiful sunrise or sunset, I smile, look heavenward, and say, "thanks, Ann!"  I picture her up in heaven with the job wielding a paintbrush to make all that beautiful color.
This is what I got to see this morning...thanks Ann.