We are back…we had a great visit with my parents. We again had plenty of food and conversation. It’s nice to return home, where home may be. Christmas day I went and visited an old friend who I haven’t seen in sometime. We shared stories from when we were kids and I was flooded with memories. It’s funny how the older I get, I remember less and less about the bad times and remember more of the good times, which seem to grow in stature. It’s as if childhood becomes a montage of great stories, told in rapid sequence till you find it hard to breath between the laughter. They are the stories that have been relived over and over again. It’s in these stories we connect to something larger than life. The stories we share bind us in relationship with friends and family. They are the bonds that are passed from generation to generation, they are the bonds of love. My boys have discovered these stories about their Dad. They enjoy the stories and eagerly want to hear more about me and what I was like as a young man growing up. In sharing the stories of my youth, we discover our own family stories and find our own bonds. Laughing and sharing in relationship with family and friends, reflecting on the gift of life, that is what I hope you’ll do over the next few days leading up to 2007.
-ps
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