As most of us has noticed, Christmas 2011 is just about eleven months away.

Not that I'm wishing my life away, it's just a observation.

In these busy times of having to work, making ends meet, barely making a living, we miss one big thing.

THE reason we do it all. Every day. Year in and year out.

Family. The one's that matter to us the most. The loving wife, keeping the peace. The adoring and at the same time self-centred children. The ones that can disappoint you, drive you to tears and despair. Irritate you endlessly at the end of another hectic day.

The ones that make you convince yourself that the permanent tic at the corner of the left eye is normal.

The ones in your life that drive your blood pressure off the scale.

The ones with the gift of causing stress and worry nightmares, or lying awake because of it.

My family. That's why I do it. Because I want to.

My family. That's why I do it. Because I love them.

My family. Love them. Because life is very short.