The Story of our Lives

The things we remember are what we hold on to. And what we hold on to becomes the story of our lives.

I often think how every day and every moment is a part of the story of our life, all the choices we make fill our pages and how every story has good, bad and even ordinary moments.  Life will hand all of us our share of suffering that is certain but just as certain is that life will give us slices of chocolate cake and sunny 72 degree days and breezes that rustle the trees and eggs cooked by the one you love just the way you like them before you even knew you were hungry.  Good things are so easy to overlook but that doesn't make them any less there.  A forgotten song will come on the radio, your child will give you an unexpected hug, a mistake will turn out to be a blessing and a warm smell will give you the feeling of home. Happiness is my story and not because hard times are not there, there are always broken cars, bills, and sick days, but because we face every hard thing better together as a family and it is impossible not to feel happiness when you share your story with the wonderful people that I do.