Old Age Day by Day July 8, 2010

Our older two kids' stepmom is here visiting, and we've been having a lovefest talking about our mutual granddaughter. We don't bore each other at all, as we're both in love with the same little two year old. It's fun hearing stories of her more recent exploits. I really enjoy this woman and our shared interests, not only the kids, but many other enthusiasms. She recommends books to me, and we instinctively pick out the same item of clothing or print. We've known each other for almost forty years now, and ask about each others' relatives and travels with true concern. History is so lovely when shared, if it is wholesome, and our united efforts to be kind and respectful of each other has yielded true friendship and the comfort of trust. Long ago we decided, without speaking of it to each other, to do what was best for the kids, and we have done so. It is now easy and pleasant for all concerned, because we took a higher path. We were both in our twenties and now are in our sixties. We were lucky we instinctively knew what to do that would be best in the long run. And here we are, near the end of a long run, and the rewards are tender and sweet. I'm grateful.