Yesterday I ran into an old friend, we once worked together in the veterinary field, and seems like once or twice a year our paths cross.
We shared what is currently happening in our busy lives, asked how all the kin folk are keeping, and laughed about our escapades when we spent our days working side by side.
When we said our goodbye's I continued with my errands, stopped in at work, and returned home to be greeted on the porch by the meows of Oliver the cat, grateful I had returned to once again feed and pet him, always in that order.
What a great day !
It seems to me the older I get, terrific days are not composed of winning the lottery, a promotion, the expectations of a getaway vacation.
Instead, I've started to find happiness in the normal things of life: the love of my family, the luxury of pottering about the garden, the escapades of Oliver the Cat, a mammogram that is normal, sleeping late on a rainy day, an impromptu visit from a grandchild, a beautiful sunset or a full moon on a starlit night.
I think back to my grandma Elizabeth, and my husband's moma Moline.
They were like that.
Their joys were most often found in a day filled with loved ones or friends.
A good day, was when Gran's bread turned out perfect, and she was able to offer the bobbies on the foot-beat a welcomed cup of tea.
Moline would find joy in her garden, daffodils bursting in bloom on an early Spring day, or sharing a bowl of homemade soup and buttermilk cornbread, with one of her young 'uns stopping by unexpectedly.
I've come to believe, Simple Days are the best.