Unchanging

In this world of texting, video games, and DVR recorders, I take delight in the fact that another generation of modern kids can still get excited about turning their hand into a turkey for Thanksgiving with a little paint. Maddy saw one I hang every year that was done by my son in 1985 (Yes, it is 25 years old and looks it!). She insisted on making one for herself. I must admit, we had a fun time doing it and she was quite proud of the end result. Once again, her joy is my joy.
I am grateful for simple pleasures, passed down through the generations.