Good Morning Sundown Neighbors!

This weekend we went out to our fire pit and cook breakfast. My parents ended up stopping by and brought some extra eggs and bacon. I walked back to our house to get more water for our coffee. When I came back my dad was singing cowboys songs and yelling,
“Good morning Sundown neighbors!” 
This is one of the reasons why I love him. If he's feeling happy and filled joy he's got to let it out somehow. He belts songs I have never heard serenading the entire house or sometimes the neighborhood. 
Good thing our neighbors done mind.