Sometimes it's hard to define what a good day is.
Not today.
This evening I reconnected with one of my cousins that I haven't seen in eighteen years.
Ben was the cousin closest to my age, growing up. He was my other half in the family -- a slightly shorter, mirror image. The times I spent with him were some of the happiest of my childhood.
Then life came along and suddenly we're forty year old fathers of teenagers.
His mom insisted that we get together.
And the years melted away, and the laughter was real, and my day was good.
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