Collect Moments Not Things

When I think of moments, what comes to my mind is sledding outside until my fingers are red just so I can come inside and warm them up with a hot cup of homemade hot chocolate. It’s getting up in the morning before everyone else and sitting quietly in the dancing light of the Christmas tree. It is the tradition of going to my grandmother’s house every Christmas Day Evening. The moments become even more precious—when you can’t make more.

My grandma was a woman who lived a good life—a life she loved. As many of you know, she was a teacher and although she was successful in teaching, she mastered the craft of being a student. My grandma was a student of people. In a time when everyone tells their story and people listen only to respond with their story—she simply listened. My grandma was one of the best listeners I have ever known. She asked questions and remembered the details. She was our biggest fan. She believed in us. She modeled for all of us a life of character and integrity by listening with her heart and by honoring and encouraging others.