It’s a beautiful thing to feel the warmth that comes from a room filled with the people you love. I look around and every face triggers a memory from the past. 

In the eyes of my mother I see grandparents no longer with us. In my brother’s laugh I hear us soaking up the sun on a Saturday afternoon. In my father’s smile I am reminded of an aunt who left us too soon. 

In the faces of the ones I love I find the many joys of a life well lived. A warm glow that comes from a room full of grateful hearts.