It really is – beautiful that is. A perfect Saturday in August. Unusually low humidity for this time of year, almost clear blue sky, a few large puffy white clouds meandering across the sky, spending the day with two people I love dearly, an Art Festival, meeting up with dear friends and saying hello with a hug and a promise to get together soon. Life isn’t perfect. I’m pretty sure no ones is – no matter who they are. Mine sure isn’t. But I know enough at this point in time to be grateful for the good every moment. Today is a day filled with grateful moments – many of them.