On Sunday morning, life was perfect. The sun was shining, always a good thing. The night before we had been to an 80th birthday party for a wonderful friend of 62 years that was perfect in every way. It was small, but elegant, with her three daughters, her granddaughters and loving friends paying tribute. All planned by her husband and a friend. I don’t remember ever having a better time.
On top of that, I woke up to an email from someone I don’t know, forwarded by someone I do know saying that she couldn’t put my just-published book down. She added, “It was me!!!!!”
But perhaps best of all was that Peter who had been suffering from horrible back pain told me he was feeling better.
In our seventies, more than ever, we have to savor the perfect moments.
Check out the book: 70-Something: Life, Love and Limits in the Bonus Years (available at Amazon)