On defining a wonderful life.

Suspect I see other people’s lives as far more glamorous than they do. That even includes my Italian true love. She has a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful life. No doubt about it. But still, at times, she may think of life as less than wonderful. Like most people. That’s a pity. Meanwhile, I keep reminding her of the wonders of living in Paradise. Yes, on the wonderful Mediterranean Sea island of Sardinia. Where she is often mistaken for a beautiful mermaid. And she has a wonderful job. Teaching teen-agers English and English literature. She also looks wonderfully beautiful all the time and possesses a wonderful mind. And to top it off, she lives with  a romantic idealist who has no doubt whatsoever  – that he’s wonderfully in love. With her. If that ain’t a wonderful life, then tell me what is. –Jim Broede