"Life is not measured by the number
of breaths we take, but by those
moments that take our breath away."
~Maya Angelou
Maya, ever so wise . . . I want to
be just like her when I grow up!
The sunset tonight with oncoming
rain in abeyance, the day spent with
a friend I hadn't seen in a year, that
special burnt butter egg sandwich . . .
all glorious!
One of those amazing gifts given . . .
the recognition of all that is special!
Does it have to do with being nigh
onto a hundred years old? Maybe,
true insight comes upon us as aging
occurs?!
Loving all of these . . . yet, looking
forward to those gifts still to come!
I can think of several . . . my great
grandson learning to walk, visits
from my grandkids in the marines,
seeing all my fam living nearby.
I would have to confess . . . love me
all of the past, present and future!
Naught wrong with living in . . .
d) all of the above!!!
Feel free to argue with me . . . ha!
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