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Journaling for awareness. Growing for life.
When I was a kid, my Uncle Bill came to visit every Christmas. He’d fly to Chicago for a week and spend most of his time down on the floor playing with me, my older sister and my baby brother. He had a way of making everything fun – even standing in line at the grocery store became a game as we’d sing Christmas songs and eye the chocolate chip cookies. It didn’t matter where we were, only that we were together. That was the point of view he always had, and it left an impression. That was thirty some years ago, and he hasn’t changed a day. In my heart I always connect my Uncle Bill with Christmas. And …