Hold Close That Perfect Moment

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If this old gal…

Had any question as to what Heaven would smell like…she has no doubt…what it will look like…

Traveled south…to visit the birthplace of that husband of mine…backroads only…avoid that San Antonio traffic…suddenly found ourselves driving…down a lonely five mile stretch…of asphalt Heaven…just two old folks…and one gray car…surrounded…by fields and fields…of Texas wildflowers…

The mottled sky…unique…the vibrant colors…spectacular…nothing but beauty…as far as the eye could see…it was perfection…sheer…perfection…parked on the side of the road…just to soak it all in…take some pictures…that sidekick of mine…getting a kick…out of taking pictures…of his wife…taking pictures…

And those pictures…don’t hold a candle…to the real thing…but pictures or no…the splendor…of that little backroads Texas slice of Heaven…will forever be printed…in the mind…and so it is in life…once in a while…you find…what feels like…perfection…a meal…an outfit…a healthy jog…a day…an hour…a minute…

Hold close…those moments…breathe them in…relish them…cherish them…never…let them go…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…