“With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.”
~ William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
Today is my birthday. Yesterday, Gerry mentioned the fact to his 96-year-old mom who is, of course, struggling with the swift decline in her husband. For a moment her eyes brightened, her lips turned up in a smile, and she looked at me and said “It is? Well, Merry Christmas!” The moment of levity was a sweet one.