Today was a dream. Which is to say that I heard the elks bugle, and drank good coffee, and spied on a mama bear and her two cubs in the forest. I fed a bird and a chipmunk, illegally. I toasted my father and stepmother’s 20th wedding anniversary, with my mother (the ex) cheers’ing right alongside. In our flutes, sparkling cider called Bon Apple Tite.
We drank to love and commitment and family. And temporary insanity. Or permanent insanity, as the case may be. My dad said, “It’s great that we are all really good friends.” And so, cheers to that.