Their cherubic faces shine through the TV screen. Seaside, Florida, our family vacation, 1996. Matching dresses for the five daughters
and love flowing onscreen from the young son who was elder brother and superman
to his younger sisters. He took
them one by one into the ocean, holding them up so they could experience the
“big” waves with him. Helping them
go where they couldn't go without him.
What is family?
What is love? This season
of family coming home, if just for a meal together before they go back to their
work and their world. Each moment
is a blessing. Each moment is a
priceless gift. Watching their baby faces on a screen, then hugging their grown
up selves as they return to their own homes, I am mindful of the absolute
preciousness of time and the sheer joy of making memories.
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