Waiting for wisdom

Had a wonderful lunch with Sylvia today. A nice sunny table in Rose's lakeside addition. I just felt like spring was springing while we ate. At 92 she's fighting with her hearing aid that seems to trouble her with all the ambient noise, but she's still as alert as ever, able to discuss the Grand Rapids Art Museum, Art Prize, Gaslight Village, Afghanistan. Nothing escapes her. And after lunch, she was going to drive herself over to the MAC to exercise. Thank God for Sylvia and only pray to be half that spry at her age.