I will never forget a moment, almost twenty years ago, when my mother and I were deep in conversation and she said to me, “Lisa, life isn’t always happy, but life has many happy moments.”
Today I celebrate happy moments.
Last Saturday I woke to sunshine and warmth in New York City and spent the first few hours of my day walking in Central Park. It was a beautiful morning, and children, dogs, walkers, runners filled the park. The best part though was feeling the energy and gladness there. It seemed as if everyone was celebrating spring.
On Wednesday evening, we celebrated seniors with a family picnic at school. It is hard to believe my oldest will graduate in fewer than three weeks. As we drove home, chatting about the evening, the sun was setting. It was a hot, fiery red sunset, and cars were pulled over along the country road that takes us home. We stopped too and took this picture, which doesn’t capture the dramatic colors. I celebrate my daughter and living in a place where people stop to watch the sunset.
Yesterday was Frances’s last day of classes. She will spend the next few weeks completing her senior project. It was a bittersweet celebration as my girls marked their last day of attending the same school.
Indeed, life does have happy moments. I’m celebrating them this week.