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Our family started out with the two of us in 1964–about 44 years ago. We soon expanded to three, four, five and then six! We were always involved in church, sports, and school activities. Our family camping trips to Morro Bay each year also became an enjoyable family tradition. Then, all too soon, our children grew, and we became a family of five, then four, then three, and then, before we blinked, it seemed, we were back down to the two of us again!! No more sports activities to attend, family vacations became the two of us visiting at our kids houses, and family traditions switched from child oriented activities to things for just the two of us. I have to admit, letting go of our established family traditions and making new traditions has been bitter-sweet. I always loved the hub-bub of fixing quick meals in order to make it on time to a softball game, I loved attending early Saturday morning ice-hockey games, I loved attending school conferences and talking to teachers who sometimes shared my enthusiasm about my over-intelligent children! I loved the children’s Christmas plays at church, the Christmas Eve activities at our home, and opening presents on Christmas morning with the whole noisy family! But time passes, and the new families get involved in their own activities. That is the way life is I guess. The kids get married, move away, and start their own family traditions. I understand that in theory, after-all, that is what WE did too! Sometimes, though, my heart aches for some of the old traditions to continue. (I’m not immune to feeling sorry for myself sometimes–obviously.)But–I’ve had an unexpected visitor at my door in the past years. He comes most every Friday night. If not on Friday, then some other night of the week. He’s my knight in shinning armor. He’s changed over the years. He’s the one that held my hand at the alter so many years ago, he’s the one that sat beside me while I gave birth to his children! He used to be one of the guys in the stands cheering on one of the softball teams to victory, or in the stands at the hockey rink on one of those early Saturday morning games, or at the church Christmas plays–as the guy behind the scenes teaching the kids their lines, or sitting at the organ playing the music for the play. He’s always been around, but he’s taken on a new role in life now that the kids are off on their own! We’ve made a few new traditions. Friday activities now include washing the car for our “big night out.â€Â? After he washes the car, he takes his shower, then the questions come–â€Â?Where do you want to go out tonight?â€Â? It’s become a little joke because by now, the car knows the way to the local pizza place!! (We are discriminating diners!) Every once in awhile, we’ll go somewhere else, but its usually the pizza place. It’s nice having my own personal Knight take me out on the town once a week or so. He’s gallant, predictable, and oh so handsome. Yes, he’s handsome even after all these years. And I still love him dearly. Thank you for so much my dear. Thank you for being the strong person you are to withstand all the changes in our lives. (and to hold my hand when things get tough for me!) Thank you for being the man of God that you are. Thank you for being just who you are.


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