Good evening everyone from my bright and sunny sunroom. So bright I can hardly see what I type.
As the sun in my eyes I am reminded of painting a paint-by-number scene in 2020. The pandemic was in full force and had us stuck at home, so I ordered the paint kit. I worked a month on that thing, April 2020. The light at this time of day, from 6:00 to about 7:00, is ideal to see all the tiny, tiny numbers. A couple of years has gone by, but the memories are still strong as I sit here tonight. That painting is by no means a master piece, but as Johnny often tells me, it is about the process rather than the end result. He asks me questions like: Did you enjoy picking it out? Are you having fun? Are you keeping your mind off other things? If the answer is yes, then the end result does NOT matter.
Time has marched on, but we all have the memories. Thankfully, the strong memories in this room at this time of evening are pleasant. Not everyone has pleasant memories of that time. Be thankful, Regina. Be thankful.
Tonight, I am thankful that my family came through the pandemic relatively unscathed.
I am thankful that my five senses bring forth such vidid memories.
I love you.
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