Business travel and just plain ol’ livin’ has kept me away from the blogosphere for a while. I just got back from our user conference that we held in one of my favorite cities, San Antonio. It’s about a 2 1/2 hour drive from here and has been a family favorite for long weekends and anniversaries for many years. I have great memories of times on the Mission Trail, El Mercado, HemisFair Park, The Alamo, strolling along the River Walk, breakfast at Mi Tiara’s and the myriad of shops, restaurants, sights and smells. However, there was something different about this particular trip to San Antonio. It was the first time I’d ever been without my family. It didn’t really strike me until I was on a break and making a call to my wife on my cell phone. I walked over to an open area that overlooked a spot on the River Walk where we would often sit and listen to a particular group of Andean musicians. They happened to be setting up to play and soon the familiar music was taking me back to the wonderful times we shared there. A sudden and powerful “I miss my family…” feeling poured through me and I began to experience several emotions. I smiled remembering the many wonderful times we had there. As my kids are beginning their own lives, I was sad realizing that we would likely never be there as a family of four again. Then, I was excited thinking about the times we may share here with our kids and their families in the years ahead. San Antonio is a wonderful city. But, I realized it wasn’t the sights, sounds and smells that made up my memories. It was sharing them with the people I love more than anything else on this earth; my wife, my son and my daughter.
I thank God for blessing me with such a wonderful family and for the love and memories we share.