We had our family reunion yesterday, and I do believe that a good time was had by all. It sure seemed to me that everyone enjoyed everyone's company. There was a great deal of laughter, which is the best medicine.
Upon driving home something occurred to me. I realized that I was the third oldest there. Holy. Cow.
I chuckle at that factoid as I type, yet also shake my head. The third oldest person at our family reunion.
Again: Holy cow. It's just a bit astounding. But it was a good day, and that's what matters.
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