During my trip back to Colorado last weekend, I got to see my brothers and sister. We took a ride out to the family farm, where my brother is holding down the fort (quite nicely, I might add.) The first thing I noticed is that my Dad immediately got into a conversation with my brother…asking questions, giving advice.
Then we went to a restaurant that we frequent, the Blue Parrot, for my favorite spaghetti. What happened? My Dad got into a conversation with my other brother…asking questions, giving advice.
It really struck me how things never really change. I remember this scene playing out over and over again, between my Dad and my Grandfather, when I was growing up. On the farm, in a restaurant, at their home after Church on Sunday. There were always questions, there was always advice. The cycle repeats itself.
