Distance is Relative

There are people you could not love more if they shared your DNA.

Strange people are everywhere. And we're glad. Cause they're so much fun to be with!

Get a choir robe and make $50 - what a way to say goodbye!

That was the last time he said, "Bite me."

Who says we don't believe in instrumental music?

Look out. Heather has a weapon. And a strange bandanna. Someday we'll be at this baby's wedding wondering where the time went. Ah, yes -- a dad's work is never done. Moments like these make me a fan of "Don't ask. Don't tell." There are stories that will only ever be funny to the people who were there. For everyone else, it sounds like a criminal act.

You know you're loved when a toddler shares their thumb with you.

Silliness is much more fun with a buddy! If you don't know this man, rent Big Fish. It's all about him.

(Ironically, most of the men in the pictures above are in full-time ministry!!!)

Close your eyes and think about the people you have had to say goodbye to because either you left or they left. Pull out your old pictures and laugh. Cry. Let yourself go back. Whether you still talk everyday or you lost touch a long time ago - remember. It's kind of a cheesy song, but I cry everytime I hear it:

Memories . . . light the corners of my mind
misty, water-color, memories
of the way we were!

Scattered pictures, of the smiles we left behind
smiles we gave to one another
for the way we were!

Can it be that it was all so simple then,
or, has time rewritten every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again,
tell me, would we, could we?

Memories . . . may be beautiful, and yet,
what's too painful to remember
we simply choose to forget.

So it's the laughter, we will remember,
whenever we remember,
the way we were.