“It don’t get no better than this.”
It’s not good grammar, but it’s a good statement.
It’s right at dark. Just a little after 8 PM. I’m sitting on an upturned five gallon bucket, iPhone in hand, listening for a whip poor will.
He starts his non-stop song and I creep up on him and record his repeated call for two minutes.
He’s given me a gift. I receive it in the joy he sings.
Thank you God for the little gifts that are big in our lives.
Yep, it don’t get better than this.