If you missed why I’ll be having Hands and Tales as a part of this blog at times you can read why here. Today’s beautiful person asked to remain anonymous but I am incredibly grateful she was willing to share.
What was the happiest day of your life and why?
Since happiness is a feeling and feelings are fleeting and untenable at best, no isolable day settles in my memory like a sunny coin at the bottom of a fountain; rather, many days, many moments swell, sustaining continuity in a downpour of happiest days. Trust in the beauty of this unfolding, belief in fulfilling all that I am meant to fulfill before I die makes everyday I live happier than the day before it.
Who has touched your life the most and why?
My husband with no (living) close second. He is the actualization of all I had come to suspect did not truly exist in human form; like some strange and beautiful world that dwells in the reality of dewy-eyed youth, yet is quelled underfoot by adulthood. Because he never tires of doing good, because he relentlessly pursues truth, because he never stops asking why.
Dear Readers, what was the happiest day of your life? Why? 🙂
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