Perfect Moments

Perfect? Maybe. Sometimes perfection arrives in a ephemeral glimpses, like bubbles floating around.

Last night, it was dinner outside by a nice fire. Comfort food, good beer, warmth and the companionship of my sweet hubs. No music, no TV, no nothing. Just listening to each other and to the crackling of the fire. It was perfect.

 I think the key to a happy life may very well be in taking the time to notice a bubble of perfection like that...before it pops.

What I See--Alita

Oh, Alita! What can I say? We've known eachother for so many years! Alita and I became acquainted first because our husbands worked to...