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I stood in the driveway in my flannel pj's to take this photo |
Our son visited this weekend. For the 14th year, he rode his bike long milage for two days to raise money for Children's Hospital. In the early years, I would accompany his wife and little children driving from from place to place along the route to cheer for him. Nowadays, Bob and I feed him a big breakfast and send him on his way. We rise before dawn and chat with him until we almost make him late. In the evenings, we have a nice dinner and continue our conversation.
These moments with family sustain us.
They become part of family lore.
It feels good to be needed.
To give is to receive.
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