La Vie Secrèt de Tubzey

“It was the first thanksgiving living back at the old, small house I grew up in. So many memories flooded back. I was calm and relaxed through this winter break, but it was strange. A familiar feeling raced back into my heart, and I felt a warm presence. Yes, bad things happened and wonderful things happened here. I grew up in this home, and now, I celebrate remembrance.“

Father, do you remember those times? Much has changed since then – for the better.