At about 10:30 last night, our daughter Emily called (waking me up!) to say she was home safely in her apartment in the City. A few hours earlier, we had walked her to the security screening area in the Richmond airport for her flight back to NYC. Emily was with us for a whole week! Nathan and Renee were with us for three nights, and my mother and brother and his family were here for two nights. It was a wonderful series of Christmas visits; the first time that the extended family gathered at our house. (I've been telling people that I was the attraction: they all wanted to sit there and stare at me, to make sure I'm still breathing!)

As Patty and I walked back through the Richmond airport, towards our car, I said to Patty, "The days have just flown past this week." The visits seemed so short.

But, indeed, every day flies past! Weeks go by, months, years even, and we "don't know where the time has gone" -- unless we pay attention to each day. Actually, I did a good job of that this past week, giving thanks to God for each day that was given, and for the joy of family members who were with us. Still, the days seemed to flash by. Do pay attention to the blessings of God that come to us each day.