Three generations

Today was a good day.

Three generations of women went out to celebrate the youngest's birthday and I realized 22 was the key number. My granddaughter turned 22. My daughter was 22 when my granddaughter was born and I was 22 when my daughter was born.

Of course I didn't know my daughter until she was four (2plus 2)and she didn't hold her daughter for nearly eight weeks after she was born weighing only 2 pounds, 2 ounces.

All of that means nothing really, but we had a wonderful time having lunch in a tea room and then visiting a Victorian Manor full of Dewitt County firsts. It was the first to have electricity and its library was the first one in the area and the reason the public library exists today, according to the caretaker.

I came home exhausted, but managed to get in 2 of today's walks, so I don't feel guilty about the amazing chicken salad, croissant, baked potato soup and caramel bread pudding I ate.

It was truly a celebration worthy of remembering.

And that is a good day.