During the Christmases of my youth, my mom and her mother would spend one evening during our holiday visit sitting at the kitchen table, looking at old photos. As a child, I couldn't imagine what was so fascinating about looking at the same old pictures year after year. Now that I've added years to my life, I find myself doing the same thing -- looking at the same old pictures over and over and deriving great joy from it. I have pictures of my parents as children, young adults, newlyweds and later as a family with me. I have photos of Larry's family, of him as a young lad and of the two of us aging "gracefully" over the past 20 years. There are photos of friends and photos of special events. I fondly remember good times and good people by looking at those pictures from days gone by. They are picture-perfect gifts, memories that will stay with me forever.