If we could only capture these moments and put them in a box that would allow us to visit them as often as we would like. Time moves on and we are ushered into the new day. Each day holds it own adventures and promise.
I was watching my children yesterday. They are all grown now. I was picturing them as young children again and remembering the Thanksgivings we shared in the past.
But I was not living in the past. I was enjoying hearing them laugh and tell stories and seeing the child in them pop out every once in a while. I am so proud of who they are and grateful they love each other and remain close.
One more Thanksgiving memory in the books. Love them all and so blessed to be Dad.
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