During a few of the nights we spent together this past week, much of the conversation was between my dad and his three younger brothers - affectionately (and creatively) known as "the brothers." They would reminisce about this and that. What their childhood friends were up to these days, what foolish act of youth they remembered committing and getting in trouble for, what happened the one time grandpa got mad at them, etc. It gave me a "flash forward" moment where I imagined myself and my two sisters 25 years in the future, sitting around a fire talking about what WE did as children and seeing OUR children take such an interest in our past. It was rather fascinating actually, the whole thing. So those are my holiday thoughts. Kind of random, but there you have it. I'm so grateful for the family I've been blessed with and I look forward to starting my own and continuing the tradition of strong ties to the rest of the family.
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