As we grow from childhood, to adult, and on to old age we weave a tapestry of a life, one would hope, that is well lived.

     Each experience we have, lesson learned, and sorrow survived adds color and texture.  The weave is either intricate or simple.  The tapestry is long, short or somewhere in between.

     I hope mine grows longer, more intricate, and continues to add plenty of texture and color.

     What is your tapestry like?

     You all have a good one.