I heard them from upstairs. One learning how to weave and her older sister reading the instructions and helping her figure this new project out. They sounded like they were back in Elmont , after school, trying to figure out a math problem in some high school home work assignment. It was timeless. The chatter was filled with laughter and joy. They were having fun learning something new. I could see them as they once were …and still are. Genuine. Authentic.
The next morning as we packed the car , at 4 am, to take big sister to the airport to catch a 6:15 flight back to Ft Laudedale from Denver we laughed most of the way talking about family, commitment and going the extra mile for each other.
Life is so simple when you keep it simple and filled with giving back and caring. Can you find the joy in just a good laugh, recapture a precious moment and never give up the chance to take the 4 am drive to the airport. Such drives are timeless. We were just kids again.
The ageless experiment.
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