Two Old Optimists

Deborah and I feel blessed to be optimists… to be able to find a bright spot in every day. Blessed because we have never had to work on this… we were both lucky to be born this way. For instance: the realist in us knows we've reached a point as we grow older every year where our eyesight fades a little more and it's a little harder for us to hear. But as optimists these two things have never bothered neither Deborah nor me… It tends to make us look at life a little closer at life and listen a little more carefully. The realist in us knows we've slowed down…we tire more easily we are no longer that young energetic maiden or that young and vibrant chap… but as optimists we find solace in our new rhythm…and comfort in a nap. The realist in us knows we forget things more often now…much more than we use to… But as optimists we realize this also makes so many things seem brand new. The realist in us sees this old couple whose body parts don't work as good as they did when we were small…. but as optimists we're constantly amazed we have any body parts that work at all. Yes, we've blessed with the ability to find the happiness inherent in every day and looking back… as two old optimists… we wouldn't have wanted our lives to be… any other way