It was all about twenty-three

It's a new season of hoops with a new number: *23*
Saturday was the first tournament for the Nor-Cal Thunder!

Number 23 played beautifully; his mother is still working on being quieter in the bleachers.




But Sunday was a day for a 23 of a totally different sort:

Twenty-three years of marriage.
WOW.

So we sneaked away. To coffee houses and bookstores down Highway 49, the road through the Gold Country. We enjoyed quiet companionship, not blabbing away non-stop as we sometimes do. We read, we napped, we ate a late lunch, we drove with the air conditioning blasting on our hot faces.

The music, the books, the coffee, the winding golden roads of our beautiful state, this one day was a slice of the sweet, challenging, maturing, meaningful life we have lived for the last twenty-three years.

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, 'A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!
~ Robert Browning _