Another year has passed for Chuck and I and it's our Forty-third anniversary. I began to reflect and look for meaning. Well, first off I had to look up what meaning means, (what is intended to be, or actually is, expressed or indicated, signification) So I guess what will be will be, and what has been was meant to be. I know, it didn't help me at all.
While we were raising children and living our life, we never tried to find meaning we just did what we thought we should do, and get on with our lives. The great thing is, we ending up having a wonderful and loving life without knowing there was a meaning to it all. I am wondering if we even made a conscious decision regarding how we would raise our sons or, how can we make this relationship work. We just moved forward with the bad and the good and time passed as it does for us all. So now at almost 64 years old I find no meaning just happiness and lots of love still after all these years. So on Friday nights when Chuck breaks out the ice cold Fireball (It's Cinnamon Whiskey) and puts it in a shot glass, one for me and one for him, and we toast to another Friday. I try to say nothing about the taste and just go with the flow of the fact that he loves it and I don't. Wow! I just found the meaning of it all. Don't sweat the small stuff, just let love live. Who cares if the Fireball tastes bad it's just one small shot and it makes him so happy to be alive and able to celebrate another Fireball Friday together. We are living in Costa Rica and enjoying the time we have left. Forty three years has just flown by. What is the meaning of this?
Now with our Grandson Ethan
Dam we got old, aging is not for the faint of heart