(Sorry for the odd title–might have had something to do with a little bit of Southern whiskey that accidentally went down my throat before I wrote this. For that particular day, from this particular blogger’s “pen”, I claim these to be my “20 perfect words.” I wouldn’t mind hearing yours.)
I’d like to skip with my granddaughter when I’m 90. Anything before is a blessing. Anything after is a wonder.
Life can sometimes be better than we deserve: