As I get older, I’ve come to realize what’s important in life.
It’s not a big house. Or owning several cars (including a Classic 2000 Ford Taurus).
Or big screen TV’s, iPads, or fancy computers (but they are nice… and the screen clairity on the new iPad is unbelievable).
It’s the little things.
Seeing your child stay out of jail (making bond is a gift).
Surviving another day at work (barely).
Enjoying weather that’s not too hot or cold (which is getting harder to find at my advanced age).
Waking up and most, if not all, of the important body parts are working.
I guess it’s a sign of maturity when you can recognize what’s truly important and you don’t focus on the small and petty.
Having a day where you literally have nothing to do (I haven’t experienced this one, but I’m looking forward to it).
And there’s nothing more important than Buddy the Dog’s bath.
Simple, but important. At least to me.
It happens every two weeks and it is a highlight.
I look forward to it days in advance (him… not quite as much).
I’m not sure this little bit of happiness would have given me the same level of contentness 20 years ago (not sure if contentness is a word or not).
But a clean dog makes me very happy (this is not a metaphor).
It doesn’t make him quite as happy, but maybe he will see the bigger picture as he gets older.