We are in the dark days of winter and it is turning out to be a tough one. It hasn't hit our home yet (knock on wood) but my poor daughter has had more than her share. She is the only one in the family that hasn't gotten some sort of illness yet. I really hope they can get past this soon. It ha been far too long since I have seen them and tomorrow is the last basketball game for Riley and Trey. The latest casualty is Riley and he is so upset at the prospect of missing his final game. I worked for hours today trying to find the right house for our beach vacation. Hope we made a good choice. As I look out at the snow and cold, I remind myself that before we know it we will be at the beach once again. Sometimes as I get up in the morning, light the fireplace, turn on the winter lights in my dining room and prepare for another day, I feel a little overwhelmed at how quickly each new day rolls around. I feel as if I am in a very strange chapter of my life. Not bad, just different. I really can't put my finger on it, sometimes I just wonder if I am doing enough with my days to make them count. I hope I leave something behind that has some eternal value.