It seems there's a number attached to almost everything we do and we've become reliant on these numbers to tell us how we should feel about things. We may be a little older, and hopefully, a little wiser, but it doesn't mean that we still don't look outside ourselves for affirmation that what we're doing is okay.
There is nothing like being a grandparent, except perhaps sharing this experience with your own mother. Yes, we have four generations in our family, something I wouldn't trade for a second. Our grandchildren are showered with love and affection and, in return, what do they do? They give us the truth!
Yesterday in the local paper I read an essay by syndicated columnist Tom Purcell saying that a study published by the Center for Economic Performance at the London School of Economics, as reported in the Daily Mail, had determined that happiness among humans peaks at age 23, tanks at 55 and then peaks again at 69.
Bill starting writing stories for his granddaughter when he realized she was having trouble pronouncing certain letters, and he turned them into a book, Stories for Amanda.