I just got back from dropping off one of my sons at the airport. Justin's flight back to the Marine base leaves at 6:00 am. He was home for Christmas. Our house has been a non-stop revolving door. Five of our six sons were home, along with girl friends visiting, which brought by other friends of all ages. It has been an intense two weeks with memorable moments occurring so fast it is difficult to keep them from slipping into the sequence of time without being noticed. Taking Justin to the airport was the first sign that things are heading back to normal which is both sad and refreshing. The holidays give way to the refreshing hope of a new start and a second chance to accomplish goals, touch dreams and recall the memories.