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I love cotton trees. I sat shot gun next to my dad as we made our way down a path of concrete we tend to visit quite frequently. This time of year is so... .. .... sun sets at nine, the cotton trees are shedding and sharing with us their beauty as they dance on the wind, and every now and again when you're in just the right spot... tree branches tango with rays of light and turn a tree into an amazing work of art that only God himself could create... I can't help but get excited. I don't know why. An extra perhaps that God placed in my soul, a crazy love for for the world around me, the smell of air, shadows cast, trees swaying... it is, in short phenomenal.
I sat there looking out at this magnificent tree, only for a moment I saw it this way, the sun hung low in the sky and in its attempt to hide behind the tree, in that moment, God serenaded my soul. I kept pointing at the tree and I could feel an indescribable excitement building, and my dad just smiled that smile, the one that says, "That's my daughter..." This one he has cast Brianna's and my way often. I got it once more on the way home when I was singing to a B-52's song.
Awe dad. I love him a heck of a lot more than cotton trees.
I sat there looking out at this magnificent tree, only for a moment I saw it this way, the sun hung low in the sky and in its attempt to hide behind the tree, in that moment, God serenaded my soul. I kept pointing at the tree and I could feel an indescribable excitement building, and my dad just smiled that smile, the one that says, "That's my daughter..." This one he has cast Brianna's and my way often. I got it once more on the way home when I was singing to a B-52's song.
Awe dad. I love him a heck of a lot more than cotton trees.