Why beautifully lived you may be wondering? That is what happens often when you are intensely grateful for all the blessings that you have. That's when you acknowledge them and how you came to get them.
Sometimes it is so grippingly obvious that you have had so much good in your life. Even the tough times are good and I have had a lot of tough times. I still do. I just don't particularly talk about them except sometimes along the very edges. :-) That's just me. But yesterday was another day when I was, to use that word again, intensely aware of all the good in my life. I count the tough times, as I said before here as part of the good for they made and still make me strong. The harder times have brought great compassion to me and more caring and awareness.
The best of times can be counted in the numeral three. My three sons. I have already spoken of that many times and I will spare you that again (until Mother's Day..then, you're mine!)
Man, it is beautiful out there..frosty and cold with a paint-box blue sky and sharp outlines of the tree limbs with their sheltered squirrels and birds in them.
Here is the sky from September to enjoy !!