Line by line, moment by moment, special times are etched into our memories in the permanent ink of everlasting love in our relationships.

We may run, walk, stumble, drive, or fly, but let us never lose sight of the reason for the journey or miss a chance to see a rainbow on the way.

Even in the winter, in the midst of the storm, the sun is still there. Somewhere above the clouds, it still shines and warms and pulls at the life buried deep inside the brown branches and frozen earth.

Memories, important yesterdays, were once todays. Treasure and notice today.

Memories are perhaps the best gifts of all.

Tradition gives us a sense of solidarity and roots, a knowing there are some things one can count on.

When I look at where I’ve been, I see that what I am becoming is a whole lot further down the road from where I was.