When my sister and I were little girls in the early 1960s, some of our favorite toys were the Barbie Dolls that had just come out a few years earlier. I wanted a Barbie Dream House, but it was too expensive for our budget. But that didn’t stop us, however. We used our imaginations and turned our bedroom into a full-blown Barbie neighborhood.
When I was a kid, there was always something going on in my neighborhood. I remember the daily routine of the milk man and bakery guy showing up each morning, first with horse drawn wagons and later in little trucks. The mail was delivered twice a day and the trash as well as garbage wagons picked up twice a week. And it seemed that there was a coal delivery for someone every week. And this was just the beginning.
Some moments are worth savoring. As I write this, I am outdoors with the sun gently warming my skin. A gentle breeze is caressing my face. The air is fragrant with the blossoms on my peach and plum trees. My sons are giving Thomas the Tank Engine a ride down the slide. My daughter and her friend are playing “Ice Cream Shoppe”. It is simply one of those perfect moments.