So David and I were talking about the trouble so many of his friends have with their parents - endless conflicts and arguments and constant misunderstandings. And he told me: "I tell them, I just don't get it. My parents are my friends." Is that cool or what? This week it was driven home to me how very blessed we are as a family, and I thank God for the joy and friendship we find in each other's company. It is surely an undeserved gift of God and to Him be the praise and thanks!