We've once again come through the skiing year of Hornok visits to the ski slopes of a pretty great state. It's a celebration as cherished as the Hornok reunions of yore. We also travel by the milestone of graduations, including the youngest daughter of the oldest son, and the oldest son of the youngest son, get it? Already the world of Hornoks is getting so complex that our matriarch does not keep track of all birthdays and anniversaries anymore--I've asked her. So we've grown from a garden where each plant is known and cherished to a farm where the pieces develop together, recognize one another, but oftentimes function independently. It's not always the place where everybody knows your name. Had to happen, may God continue to bless our clan with growth, prosper us in love, and watch over us with faithfulness.
