Remember, George: no man is a failure who has friends.
It’s the time of year where dear friends and old friends gather together for food, singing and laughter. In the midst of this time, one thing stood out to us more than ever. While we chomped down on turkey and ate Christmas ham, we looked at the faces around the table and reminisced of times gone by. We spoke of the games we used to play when we were children, the places that we used to explore, the things we used to do. We marvelled at how much we had grown and how much we had changed.
Even though sometimes the meeting of friends may seem like routine event, a better word for this would be tradition. Tradition shapes us, forms us and ties us together. It brings us back from all walks of life and see how our lives have change. It was wonderful to hear the exclamations of joy in everyones successes and the everyone;s genuine curiosity into each others lives.
At Christmas time, we get see old friends and to see the growth and new things in their lives. We get to celebrate with them, love them and share with them. To have that, well, that’s a wonderful thing.
Merry Christmas beautiful friends, thank you for being here and thank you for growing with us as we do this journey together.
Val and Vess