I turned 57 this year. One of the things I have noticed about this life period is more trips to the funeral home. Tonight my wife, Tonda, and I slipped out to dinner and learned that a lifelong friend had passed and tonight was family night. Even though I was all scruffy (Tonda was perfect as always), we dropped in to pay our respects and hug the family. I was standing with another friend, nephew to the deceased, watching the video of old family photos, and had the epiphany of how alluring the "good old days" are. So on the ride home it clarified in my brain that our todays are tomorrow's "good old days".
I, like I suspect most of you, tend to rush from one project to the next without truly pausing to appreciate how precious every moment is. So I am going in now to hug Tonda, and spend some quality time smiling...
Happy Thanksgiving!
