The day before Thanksgiving. And all through the house... the sun streams through the windows, and the trees have revealed their skeletal beauty, along with the mountains beyond. Time is precious. I write this from North Carolina's hills, waiting for more family to drive in, and a little one who is keeping us all in suspense. These days are precious, and I want to bottle them up, knowing we won't all be together again for quite a while. New family knit together with our family. Ben, Dianne (Ben's mom), Seth, Lauren, Ashley, Mark, Toby. And...? Politics and world crises move to the background, and we stand in the midst of what is really important, and build upon what is, toward what will be.