A friend was telling me about a conversation she had with her husband where they asked each other to list their Top Five Life Events. She shared a few from her list with me . . . being a mother to her 3 beautiful children, that gorgeous vacation to Mexico, the time her husband took her to the US Tennis Open. I was glad she didn’t ask me to list mine. Not because there aren’t five top events, but because there are five million and more. The beautiful moments of life run together for me, like one long reel of great clips. It’s not that my life is perfect or without pain and suffering. This is the human condition. It’s not as though I’ve accomplished anything of great significance, nothing to brag about or warrant a Wikipedia page. And still my life is worthwhile. It’s meaningful. And every high and low makes me feel alive.