If I was approached by a genie on the street tomorrow,
and granted one wish I would ask to age like my mother.
Rapidly approaching 85, she looks forward to our long walks in unexplored parks in her county.
On Saturday, she remained undaunted as our trail markers disappeared in Holmdel State Park.
We wandered aimlessly lost in the woods.
We responded similarly, calmly, and forged into the unknown.
Just like life.
Three miles later we found our way back to the car.
May my mother continue to age with vigor and grace, and I may I do the same.