Happy full moon to you!

Traditions. Hmmm. Not many in my life. As a family, we didn't use the phrase "We always....." because the "We always..." wouldn't be filled in with good, happy, all American things during my childhood. Since I am rewriting the script, I can fill in my own blanks. 
I always take two poopy bags with me when I go out on a walk with the dawgs. Smart thinking, Waller.
I always rip the CPAP (sleep apnea) machine off my schnozzola after a minimum of four hours of having it velcroed to my face straps.Ugh!I am struggling with that one!
I always have a good laugh with Patty Anne Regalia. A light of my life!
I always love to hug a good and fine friend or family, real or extended, adopted or blood. . Anywhere, anytime, any country. Bring it on! Even from a certain black Lab named "Millie Waller"....
I (almost) always order either BLT or French Dip sandwiches, as did my birth parents, so it's genetic?
I always love the smell of a horse. (I originally accidentally typed in 'hearse'.. watch it, Waller!)
I always look forward to singing with the Bears (Anne and Bernie 'Bear' Koch) "Happy Full Moon to you" even when we are miles apart (and ONCE when we were together and walked up Ski Village Dr in Mt Shasta!) and toasting, whatever happens to be onboard at the time! Tonight they are at Beale AFB and I am at the R Ranch in frigid weather with that crisp autumn moon rising over the ridge, shrouded in scant clouds, having broken free from the rain we experienced earlier. It's a special time between us, one that I relish and it touches me deeply. A monthly celebration of a nonchanging natural event and a relationship that just grows more deeply by the decade.  I has risen over Mt Shasta, high ridges in Washington, in the Outback Down Under..we are never far apart at that moment. Even if we can't call. "Cheers, Bears, here's to ya. 1,2,3", we say. That means  'I love you.' I know you love me and that makes all the difference in my night, especially during them lonely times. I always know that when I encounter a Bear, it will be a time of spiritual uplifting, of iron sharpening iron.

Way back in 1979, I lived with them and found out that quickly that evening meals is a precious chunk of time during which we would come to the table with things to share about what God is doing , what we are questioning, what we are challenged with. Oft times the three of us would sit until 9 pmish  (their girls would be studying for high school) but we would be mulling over spiritual matters. That's the Bears for ya. Loving, listening, caring.
So, wrap that all up in a sweet package tonight and toast the full moon, the Bears, the adventure we are on for the sake of Christ.
I will always toast the rising of the full moon and all it resembles for me,for us, for here, for eternity. Cheers, Bears. 1,2,3...
WallerBear