(Hey! We finally spotted another Firan Raven. This one’s a 1995. Ours is a 1996.)
Well, maybe life wouldn’t be so busy, if I hadn’t suddenly developed a gregarious attitude/outlook on life. There are so many interesting people out there, and I want to hear all of their stories. I crave the laughter and sharing that happens amongst family, friends, and new acquaintances alike. I cherish each touch, each word, each gesture given or spoken with compassion of heart and honesty of soul.
Among the full-timer set, I thought I might not fit in. I’m considerably younger than most. Though many are more spry than I, in body.
Even so, there’s a unity, a bond, a special cohesiveness, within this ever-changing body of elders with whom I spend my days—and they accept me as one of them. One leaves, another picks up right where they left off. Conversations and laughter ebb and flow with the comings and goings of old and new friends.
We have all chosen this life, though our reasons may be as varied as our personalities.
Ken and I have chosen this life, and I love it. I am grateful to my husband, for without him, I could not have all these new adventures.
Thank you, Lord, for placing Ken in my life and placing us on this path, this journey of a lifetime. Amen.
Love and blessings,