February 2nd. Groundhog's Day. But not to me. Sixteen years ago today, my mother passed away. Fifteen years ago, a young friend of the family was born. Three years ago, Greg and I were invited to be part of a celebration of marriage of one of my best friends. That marriage has turned out to be a very good thing. So today I celebrate this little holiday by not looking beyond it. By being present to everything that unfolds through the hours. It will be a good day.