in a perfect world timing would be just that...
perfect
as perfect as the lilies that bloom
and just as perfect as my Aunt Thelma's chocolate cake.
but we all know seeking perfection would leave us crazy as a bed bug
as my dad would say
but there's something wonderful about the surprises life hands us
those rare moments your soul connects with a stranger, or reconnecting with an old friend and laughing so hard your sides ache the next day.
those moments always come right on time.
that's perfection.