Monday's Memory: The One With The Amazing Small Group

(Christmas '06, that's me playing the flute)

Most of the time we just chatted and loved each other.
Until the dark period when there were tears each time we met.
Times of betrayal, trust broken, healing, and restoration.
And through it all, there was music.

Music, after all, had brought us together in the first place.
Music brought us laughter and joy.
Until music was painful because of the memories it evoked.
And in the end, music brought closure.

This is one of the last times most of us were together.
I'm so incredibly thankful to have captured some of it.
Always my family.
Always love.

If you're so inclined, turn off the music player there on your right and enjoy this poor quality video shot from my digital camera...maybe you'll sense some of the magic in this group.