Outside of my office the sound of children laughing, playing, running and being chased fills the air. Young friends reunited, having been quarantined for 2 months of no play dates, it’s as if shackles were shed. It is beautiful and sunny. Restrictions have been cautiously lifted to a new color, not yet entirely free to run around hugging one another, but it seems the neighbors can breathe the same air again just a bit…even if only under our newly knitted masks. Depending on your part of the world, I wish you the best as we step back into it, for our new future. ~ And now a word to the Graduating Seniors of the Class of 2020. You are, no doubt, disappointed with how this ended up.  The last year of high school isn’t supposed to look this way. As special as a car parade and waving from the street might feel, it’s not the same.  Nothing is. So I wanted to send a little something of a gift along to you.  You have made it to the finish line – which is the new starting line! The foundation you have poured now becomes relevant, as you stand upon