I spent a lovely afternoon with a friend today. The weather was perfect – not too hot, or too sunny, or too windy, or too cool. We went to an eclectic city not too far from us where there is always interesting things to see. Since it was beautiful, we sat outside and enjoyed a fancy lunch. Then we walked around the city. I had visited the area now and then, but my friend used to spend a lot of time there. As we meandered, she talked about the places she would visit, though many of the stores were now different. One of her daughters is an artist. Part of the charm of the city is that it supports local artists. My friend’s daughter displayed some of her work in the galleries before she moved out of the state. As we browsed the different shops, my friend remembered one place that carried a specific brand of moccasin. She asked the young man in the store about it. He answered that they didn’t have what she was looking for, but perhaps they did “back in the day”. My friend and I were immediately dated and humorously felt very old. Not only that, but when we visited the “vintage” shops, we saw all the clothes we used to wear and toys we used to play with “back in the day”. I mentioned to my friend that walking through those stores was just like walking around and looking through my own house. She laughed and agreed. So I guess we are not old, but “vintage”.

I Found God today enjoying my age.