Oh, the honesty of someone just turned five! Yesterday I was installing my granddaughter in her car seat. As I bent over the task of the straps and buckles, my face close to hers, she took one of my big “diamond” stud earrings in hand and remarked how much she likes it. “See how it wiggles,” she said. “Oh wait, it’s not the earring wiggling. It’s your ear. That’s because you’re very old.” “How do you know?” said I. Taking the side of my face in her hand, pointing to my neck, she then advised, “Look at your hand, Honey.” I looked. “See all those wrinkles?” For some reason it was one of the most precious encounters I’ve had in a long time!
me, at five
Everlasting Arms 
DEAR P,
“Telling Each Other the Truth” absolutely has made my day!! Not to mention the sweet picture. Oh, and just to give you joy & a good day — you’ll never be old as long as you experience these encounters!
Love, B
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As they say, “Old bankers never die; they just lose interest.” Ha! May we never lose interest. Mary Oliver’s Instructions for Living a Life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.
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