All I really wanted this year was to have my family - the six of us - home safe for a few days. We got that, and it was great, especially with our son's fiancee joining the crowd. Next year will be different, naturally, but this year was one to remember.
Our kids gave us a special gift for Christmas - they cleaned out and reorganized our garage. To understand the significance of that, understand that a typical Florida house has no basement and no attic. The garage becomes the attic. After nineteen years in the same house the garage collects a ton of stuff, to be polite, or crap, to be honest. It is our stuff, my parents' stuff, our kids' stuff - and it propagates in the middle of the night. We haven't had room for a car in the garage in more than a decade. To do this job they had to haul it all out into the driveway, add new shelves, put some of it back, and throw some of it out. They did it all in one day. Our job was to stay out of the way and not interfere.
So, in this strange bloggie diary that is open for the world to see, I want to proclaim that we have the greatest kids any parent could hope for. "Kids" is no longer the right word for these adults, but no matter how old we get they will be our children and we love them unconditionally.
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