Hibernation is Over
Time for Compassion

May the Fourth . . . Be With You

Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away . . . 

Two people got engaged.  The mother-of-the-bride hung their engagement photo in the hall of her comfortable and welcoming home.  And there it remained.

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The years passed, and the couple had children of their own.  A daughter and a son.  And when the daughter reached the age of about 7, the couple shared the original Star Wars movie with her (because she was a big fan of swords and complicated sword play from an early age and the couple figured she might like light sabers as well) (they were right).  

One night, the little daughter was having a sleep-over at her grandmother's house.  Lo and behold, she spied the engagement picture hanging on the wall.  For the first time ever, she took a long, serious look at the photo.

There was Mommy.  She could see that right away.

But the dude?  Who was that?  Because . . . well . . . Daddy had short hair.  And it was darker.  And he wore glasses, too!

Was it?????

Could it possibly be?????

The daughter called out to her grandmother in an excited voice.  "Nanny!!!!  Nanny!!!!  Did Mommy marry Luke Skywalker?????"

May the Fourth . . . be with you! 


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