Paradise ... is it where you are or

who you are with? Waking up on a foggy morning while on a camping trip with my grandson was special. I don't know that it was paradise but I will never forget those days of riding dirt bikes together, roasted hot dogs, and telling secrets. It made me feel like we were growing up together. :=)


A trip that was more like paradise was spending the cold winter months in Key West. My wife and I spent two winters in that tropical paradise. This image illustrates it nearly perfectly.

Actually, home isn't such a bad place. We're not wealthy. Our home isn't impressive. Life here can be boring. But, we so enjoy these golden years. Especially when loved ones - read our grandson - visits us here. I guess paradise is really when you are where and who you are there with. :-)

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