The river of time flows ever onwards towards the ocean of possibilities.
Dreams and promises are tested; some found wanting is laid upon its banks. Empty coke bottles and candy wrappers, trash cans filled to over flowing with discarded boxes to await collection.
To be taken away along with all of the unfinished tasks of the year.
Yet in a Child's eye the doll or rocking horse becomes more than that we can ever know. For they see this and more as but a vessel to transport them to a land of make believe, a land to which we that grow old can but never return.
The Promised Land was given to us and yet taken away with the discovery of adult love.
For that is the price we must pay and with this knowledge we that give rise to children want so much to delay, delay their exit from Eden.
The fireworks fly upwards towards the stars and in so doing place a period upon the year.
The bells ring out to proclaim the new page for the coming year.
The time set aside for reflection has ended.
Now with a smile we turn to each other and the family is whole and set for adventures yet to come.
Families are bonds of love and frustration, true, but, they are more, they above all else give testament to why we are here.
I am what I am.
And in the eyes of the family I am what I can and will be.
What is life? Look into the eyes of the family and know that it is this;
Love.
(RLP)
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