I spent most of today putting together workshop folders for the upcoming Retrouvaille. We will have 22 couples, probably a few more will register by the weekend. It's a lot of work. I never thought about how that notebook, folder and pen appeared on my chair when I was a participant. I gave no thought to the people who made the weekend possible, and cared enough about my marriage to take time out of their lives to conduct the weekends. And now I am doing it. The baton (and boxes of and boxes of stuff) has been passed to the next generation to continue helping couples learn to get along together in a tough world.
