Kids are Home

This weekend my son, Mike, from New York is visiting to watch the F1 race in Austin. On Friday my youngest daughter, Carol, came down from DFW to visit her brother she hadn't seen in eight years. What a wonder it was to have lunch with all three children (can't forget Sarah, the oldest) reminiscing about their childhood.

And it was fascinating to realize that what they remembered as so significant, were things I don't remember. And what I thought was important they didn't recall. It's a thing to remember in your stories and life in general.

Meanwhile, my wife and I could simply bask in the memories being traded back and forth.

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