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And Under The Moonlight

She sat there on their couch relaxing for just a minute, trying to find the gumption to gather up her things and take a bath. She was hot, tired, and dirty, after a day on the tractor. All day she had dreamed setting there on the tractor seat. She had heard over and over that tonight there was to be a "blue moon." She LOVED full moons! To her they held a special kind of mystery. She had looked to the sky once in a while hoping that all clouds would stay away....for just this one beautiful night....please!

The banging of the back door brought her back from her moonlite dreams. In he walks and sets himself down on a chair. His face is dirty, his old cap sat lopsided on his head of graying hair. He reached down to remove his boots.

"Hi honey, are you in for the night too?" she asked smiling over at him.

"Yea, I was wondering if I could take my wife on a date tonight? We could go to town and get one of those pizza's we both like so well. What do you say?"

"That would be so fun. Could we take the old farm pickup with its windows down? And how about bringing the pizza home and driving down to the pond to eat it?"

"Sounds good to me!"

She busied herself in looking just right. She combed her hair just how he liked it and put on a pretty pink top with a white pair of culottes, and her special pair of flip flops. In her minds eye she was young once again....getting ready for a date with her Prince Charming.....and that beautiful blue moon and those pond waters.....

Oh he was so handsome, dressed in his blue jeans and her favorite shirt. He sat at the back door, bent over tying his tennis shoes. He always wore cowboy boots except on special occasions like this one. She loved his boots but tennis shoes made him look younger some how.

"Ready to go?" he asked grabbing up the house key.

Her answer was a peck on the cheek as she passed him and they went out the door and rolled up the garage door. He took the old dirty box, full of rags, one glove, a small battery tester, and a couple ole empty cups, from the middle of the seat and put it in the back. She hopped in straddling a small battery charger there on the floor.

They headed down the road through the twilight, down the back country roads. The windows wide open, the fresh country air played with her hair. What a beautiful night this was.

"Oh look honey, that moon!" She whispered looking at the big orange ball showing itselfs on the eastern horizon. It seemed to roll itself along, following their farm pickup as it bounced down the road.

As they topped the hill, lights of town twinkled there in the distance. They twinkled there, mllions of them, as darkness surrounded them. They held their special beauty...their mystery.

After getting their pizza to go they once again drove away from all those twinkling lights, down that back country road, through the darkness, under that mysterious moon hanging there in that blackness, driving to the pasture gate.

"Did you get the mail today?" he asked her as they came up to their drive.

"Nope....didn't have time."

He pulled up to the box and pulled out a few envolopes, then truned the old pickup into the pasture gate and made his way up through some hedge trees, through the tall pasture grasses and around a bend. There before them lay the pond, its waters lay quiet and still in the semi darkness, the moon casting it rays across the waters making a shimmering path to nowhere.

He parked and turned off the engine. A pure sense peace and quietness engulfed them, setting there in the old farm pickup. All around them was quiet, so still you could hear a pin drop. That beautiful moon hung from nowhere up there in the heavens. It cast its quiet, soft light all around them. The trees stood there softened by the light of the moon, casting their shodows on the ground before them. She stuck her head out the window and looked up. Millions of stars twinkled there in the west. She just sat there, in her beautiful world of wonder, trying to take in all the beauty and peace around her.

"I guess we could sing a grace before we eat." he said to her reaching for her hand.

She just squeezed his alittle bit harder and nodded her head.

As they sat there eating their pizza she continued to pray silently to herself. She looked over to this wonderful man who was her husband for fourty plus years. She thanked God that they have been allowed to grow older together...side by side. She loved his gray hair and little patch of bald. She loves to hold his weather worn hands. She felt so safe when he held her close in his strong farmer arms as they faced life together. She once again looked out into the night. She loved his world of mysterious, perfect wonder.

"I wonder what we got in the mail?" she asked turning on a small head light. "Oh look grandpa, a letter from our grandson."

There in the old farm pickup, out in the middle of nowhere, she began to read. Dear Grandpa and Grandma........

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