This is more. More than me. I was born in December in the upper Midwest so I knew cold as a child and cherished my snow days. They were days of wonder, pulling my mittens on as fast as I could to get outside. I spent hours carving trails in the snow through the frozen grasslands and evergreen forests. I was connected to the seasons, to the rhythms of life. I suppose this was my good fortune of growing up in a rural area. I moved to the Rocky Mountains as a young man out of college. When you walk on a glacier for the first time, you know there are things greater than money, greater than possessions, greater than you. This is more than me.
Welcome, and thank you for joining me today. There is much more to come.