It took a day to celebrate 42 years. We tried! We flung caution to the wind, we cut a rug, and howled at the moon. We danced, kissed, and indulged. We saw wild things, ancient things, and sang the night away. Lying my head down at 11:47 pm, I whispered to my lover, “It takes old people a whole day to celebrate 42 years.”
She whispered back. “Let's stay up till the clock strikes midnight, and we will celebrate it into the first hour of our 43rd year.” We did…but barely.
PS Flinging caution to the wind when you’re 67 means eating fudge and drinking coffee by a stream in Cades Cove.
And as the bear walked off, he couldn't wait to get home and tell his lover what wild things he had seen that day.
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