Life with Gusto

Celebrate the precious gift, the sacred gift, the one truly irreplaceable gift that we are given. I met the eighty-six year old who travels the world. I watched the ninety-two year old cutting the rug just a week ago at my wedding reception. I like Walt Whitman before me marvel at the "body electric". I revel that those who have enjoyed many years still pursue the life ahead with vigor. I only wish he who was so precious to me could have been at the wedding in more than spirit.