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The first night was to prove to us there were special times ahead

When we lit a 3 hour log in our fireplace before we went to bed.

We all slept soundly comforted by our dreams, not much tossing…not much turning

And we awoke to find that 3 hour log, in the fireplace, still burning.

Have you ever wondered what makes a host of little memories join together to form a whole?

What etches them into our heart…what imprints them on our soul?

Our family members from all over…filling up their cars…going for a ride

meeting at a state park where we rented two cabins side by side.

An owl was there to greet us, Nana’s chocolate chip cookies, a riddle book…

Playing football between the palm trees, lasagna that took all night to cook.

Sitting outdoors by a campfire, walking a boardwalk under a star lit sky…

Listening to birds sing in the darkness…shining a flashlight on alligators eyes.

Sharing a cabin with two grandchildren…hoping they would not hear me snore…

Playing Pictionary together…on the cabin’s wooden but sandy floor.

To guarantee you have a host of happy memories there is only one sure fire plan…

You get together often…and make as many as you can.

Waking up early, heading back to the boardwalk in the coolness of an Autumn breeze

Seeing the birds we only heard last night as the sun peeked over the trees.

Wherever we looked…all around us…birds of every size and color could be found…

Cranes and kingfishers and herons…eagles in the sky and on the ground.

Hiking through the woods…losing track of the time of day

Walking on the tree tops across a bridge that bounced and swayed.

Memories that hopefully will remain forever within our brains

A hammock nestled between two trees…grilling in the rain.

Card tricks, playing poker and Uno as outside began to flood

Sitting on the porch and watching children playing in the mud.

Home-made chili with rice and macaroni served up on a rainy night…

An inside campfire, eating s’mores…with marshmallows cooked just right.

Ending the evening playing Reverse Charades as socks by the fireplace dried…

Playing together as a family and laughing until we cried….

Yes, coming together and making memories is what life is all about…

And if we’re lucky, like that 3 hour log…some memories will never burn out.