Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud, it is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails...

1 Corinthians 13: 4-8

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Family

Time is short. 
   Children grow too fast. 

     Ring-a-round the Rosies. 

     Hide and Seek. 

      Playing house. 

       Such a small window of time. 
        Blink and these games will be gone. 

What will their memories be of?

What will they hold dear?

What's really important?

What will last?

What will stick with them?


 
Traditions.



Supper at Grandpa's
                                                                     

                                 Legacies.
                   

Heart to heart talks.



Friendships.

Playing with cousins.


Memories.

The last twelve years my husband's family has played a monthly game of football.  Each son/nephew/grandson (and a few granddaughters) have felt the satisfaction on knowing they were "grown-up" when given a position on the team.  It's a right-of-passage.

Togetherness.
Time.  Well spent.

A Foundation. 
A Heritage.
My husband's family (minus a few).

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