I love how music can transport you. And scents can do that too. If you had asked me yesterday, I couldn't have told you what 'our song' was. It was the first song we danced to, but I wouldn't have recalled the name.
I got a little choked up, I admit it.
Isn't life a blur? A fast, fabulous, when-will-I-ever-get-enough-sleep-again blur? Nothing slows down the clock but boredom; ask any fourth-grader at the end of a long summer. It's been a long time since I've enjoyed the misery of boredom.
Regardless of the whirlwind, I'd rather be 70 in a fleeting week, than perpetually bored. Life is a beautiful-busy.