The weather took a drastic turn over the past few days. We went from spring-like temperatures with buds popping to snow and snow squalls. It was bitter cold Thursday night into Friday morning and I feel for those flower buds that only a week ago were ready to burst open into this world. They will be shocked to find out the world has changed almost overnight.
But we plow ahead believing the next day will be better ... or the day after that.
I guess life is like that in general. You never know when things are going to throw a wrench in your works. But we plow ahead believing the next day will be better ... or the day after that. We have our sunny days and enjoy them. And on rainy days we try to remind ourselves about the sunny days we had and those still ahead. Sometimes it helps to have others remind us of that. To have someone put a hand on our shoulder -- or an arm around our waist -- as we watch that passing snow squall go by and to say, "Good riddance." Someone to remind us that change is the only constant and that a passing snow squall tonight could be the harbinger of warmer days just around the corner.
Sometimes we just need to be told things will be OK.
... And we need to believe that they will.
In honor of Sunday's Super Bowl XLI between the Colts and Bears, I give you two pictures of my dad and the youth football teams he played on. In the photo at top, Pops is No. 3 (second from left in front row). His uniform almost swallows him whole. In the photo at right, Pops is the first guy on the left in the second row from the front.
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