Most of us know that 2020 has been like no year before. As we say in the South, we’ve been stressed out tighter than a hat band. This past week hasn’t failed to stay with the pattern. My son Chase had a gun put to his head when two guys stole his truck and earlier this year with the help of a horse his lower leg was literally broken in two. Both situations could have been so much worse. So instead of focusing on all the bad I’m being thankful for guardian angels and the blessing that I still have the best son any Momma could ask for. I love ya, son!
