last Saturday we sat in the garden with the embers from some wood we had burnt flickering away supping on a larger chatting, it seamed like life was drifting by this connection would be a memory for a young son whose father is ill. He may one day recall this moment as precious, even important. But it`s value was still evident that day, along with all the walks talking in cafe`s supping at a camp, watching the TV, or a film in the cinema
what haapy preciuos memories will you build today?