You've Just Been Served Turkey and Fixins...in the Twilight Zone

On Thanksgiving Day, 2006—just over two years after her heart attack—Patty took a rare turn at the helm of a blog I'd been maintaining to keep extended family and friends as up-to-date and worried as I was about Patty's condition, treatments and prognoses. For months and months, it seemed we'd served up only fresh varieties of the worst sort of news. Patty was due for a bit of a break—and she got one.

I think you may enjoy Patty's amusing entry about a rare—almost surreal—day in which, from start to finish, everything went right:

We woke up this morning at our own pace, with no alarms. Without any real stress, we prepared for our day, including pulling together salads for Thanksgiving and getting a family ready for an outing. When we left for the airport to pick up our sons Devin and Colin, amid perfect weather, we didn't forget anything and we got away on time. There was no traffic on the way to the airport, and we found a parking space at the front of the lot. When we entered the airport, we discovered that the boys' flight was early. Their baggage was waiting when we got downstairs to claim it.  

We left the airport property to a more-or-less clear freeway. At one point, we needed to choose one of two options on 290; I chose the one I never choose, and it was totally clear, while our typical route was clogged with an accident. We arrived at my brother Mike's house and were able to park right in front of his house. Dinner was delicious, our companions were warm and welcoming, and the conversation was at times hilarious. We saw some of the family members we've missed alot, like our nephew Luke, and could not stop feeling great that Devin and Colin were with us.  

We left at a reasonable time for my energy levels, and enjoyed traffic-free routes all the way home. We had a nice couple of hours watching a documentary with the children, who then quietly proceeded upstairs for the evening, allowing us the peace and quiet necessary to write a blog entry such as this.

With all of the huge things we have to be grateful for—and, believe us, we are—it's a day like today, where everything just seems to click and go right, that I find the day itself, and the events of such a day, something to be truly thankful for. 

Not long after, we started to catch the first faint shimmers that Patty's condition might actually be improving.

How about you? Have you ever had a day seemingly touched by magic, in which everything went not just the way you hoped, but far better than you could have imagined? Please share...