Waking Up On Memorial Day
May 25, 2015
I woke up this morning thinking about you. My eyes opened and I immediately began the usual involuntary inventory; of what I might do today, the assorted plans I have:
I woke up this morning thinking about you. My eyes opened and I immediately began the usual involuntary inventory; of what I might do today, the assorted plans I have:
This wasn’t the year I planned. This wasn’t how things were supposed to unfold. This wasn’t in the script. 12 months ago as I prepared to change the calendar, it
Nostalgia comes too easy this time of year. There’s something about the holidays and the coming of winter and the flipping of the calendar that brings out the sentimentalist in all of
This is a time when even the most calloused and cranky of us steps back, takes stock of life, inventories the beautiful people and the sweet stuff we’re surrounded by,
I woke up this morning thinking about you. My eyes opened and I immediately began the usual involuntary inventory; of what I might do today, the assorted plans I have:
This wasn’t the year I planned. This wasn’t how things were supposed to unfold. This wasn’t in the script. 12 months ago as I prepared to change the calendar, it
Nostalgia comes too easy this time of year. There’s something about the holidays and the coming of winter and the flipping of the calendar that brings out the sentimentalist in all of
This is a time when even the most calloused and cranky of us steps back, takes stock of life, inventories the beautiful people and the sweet stuff we’re surrounded by,