Today marks three years since John saw his last sunrise on this side of heaven. I’m sure the ones he sees now are more beautiful than anything we can imagine.

This morning, even though I was exhausted from traveling, it felt important to be on Driftwood Beach at Jekyll Island to watch the sunrise in person. I arrived late, opened my camera bag, and realized I’d forgotten my filters. For a moment I was frustrated, and then I remembered why I was really there—to honor John and capture another sunrise in the place we loved so much.

I have so many special memories of our Sunday mornings here before the Farm Bureau Convention—some years the skies were breathtaking, other years the sand gnats were brutal—but every single one of those mornings with him is something I will cherish for the rest of my life. Things looked a lot different this morning from December 4, 2022; the tide was high - the tree is not standing that we photographed together on that Sunday morning and I stood there alone. Until we see each other again, I will always love you John - save me a seat!