You may know that you are loved when your shirt is taken off your back and used to dress the favorite cabin tree.

Perhaps you may know you are loved when you are teaching the youngsters the trick to the perfect roasted marshmallow.

You may find love in frying the previous days catch for breakfast, or perhaps in reminiscing about being on the lake, waiting in anticipation for your line to show signs of a nibble.

You may find love in just working the land in your old reliable tractor.

Love may be in the beauty of a morning sun rising to warm your face.

One thing that I am pretty sure of, the love never seems to run out up here in the mountains, when surrounded by family and friends.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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