A friend of mine said once, “We live like kings.”

We were at a community park, sharing food spread across a blanket, and had suddenly noticed the sky. Brilliant orange and purple streaks across that cobalt blue with our incredible Colorado mountains pulling the sun down behind them. We all just stopped and let it pour over us, that warmth and feeling of immense blessings.

Watching this family, who just so happen to carry the name King as their own, was like that. The way they moved around our farm and loved on each other and our babies was a gift to see.

And so…we live like Kings.