Their Story Starts Here

There are things I remember from my childhood that I will never forget.
The smell of my MamMaw’s house.
Christmas morning, when I unwrapped a Yamaha XR75 motorcycle.
My first youth camp when my parents left the same day on a trip to Bermuda.

But even more than the moments, I remember the people in them.

Sitting with my mom on the piano bench, learning chords.
Riding in the back seat of my dad’s car,
singing quartet music with him at the top of our lungs.

Those are the sounds and smells that still live somewhere deep in me.
Not just events, but impressions.
Tiny brushstrokes that created the man I became.

As I spend time with my grands, I feel a very real sense of the importance of time.
Much more than I did as a parent.
Age has a way of changing your perspective.

I notice how quickly moments pass.
How easily they can slip through distracted hands.
And how sacred they really are when you slow down long enough to see them.

Every laugh.
Every bedtime story.
Every unhurried conversation.
They all become part of a story that will outlive us.

Because their memories are being written right now.
Let’s make sure we give them a story worth remembering.

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