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Family. That’s it for me and 2015.

Family.

Some folks live a few houses down from parents, others escape to the other side of the world.

I spent last weekend with most of my Orlando/Winter Park family.

My dad’s side.

It’s funny how the cousins I remember running around with on Christmas Eve as a child, are now older responsible folks.

Moms, dads, stockbrokers, pilots, doctors, business owners, lawyers, bankers, salesmen, CPAs, writers *me* — and the like.

We laughed. We shared. Well, I shared and listened. You see, these folks get to see each other all the time and I don’t. And for some of the time I was lost in the Land of How Did So Much Time Pass So Quickly?

At midnight this New Years when 2015 rang in, my immediate family made a toast. The new year is for Family.

In the midst of this selfie, constantly checking my emails culture, we — okay I — pledged to value our little unit in this vast swirling rock in the universe.

Yeah. My children thought my little toast lame but nothing is more important than supporting each other and loving each other — whether thick or thin.

And don’t get me started on how I died running in 80 degree Central Florida temps last weekend.

Pooh on this getting old thing.

Wish I had more photos to show but I was concentrating on concentrating onĀ  . . . family.

What are your thoughts about 2015?

 

 

 

           

           

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