...was yesterday... or perhaps tomorrow? Anyway, it was when I was three, and it was my birthday, and we went to the zoo. I don't remember a lick of it, but I hear it was fun, fun, fun.
The best day of my life is yet to come: when I am sitting in my summer skin, just outside, eating apricots and really liking salad for the fifth time in my life. Mostly it has to do with my body, this good day, and how it feels and what it has learned to accomplish and how it's stuck with me and supported me all these years, to my surprise.
Honorable mentions:
Listening to Chris Thile play the mandolin, with a most lovely friend sitting by my side.
Bluegrass festivals and hot bbq pork sandwiches. Magical fallen trees over the water. Campfire breakfasts.
The Upper Peninsula of Michigan, the Point, Narnia, The Dawn Treader.
Watching sunsets from my window. Any window.
Christmas vacation mornings at my parents' house.
That day in a beach town in Mexico where I ate good food literally all day long and into the evening with great friends.
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