I’ve gotten phone calls from my grandmother in which she tells me tidbits like these: She just saw a beautiful rainbow and it reminded her of God’s gifts and beauty. She knew the answer to the Final Jeopardy question. She got a phone call from her cousin, or son, or a neighbor. She ate a wonderful pastry.
And all of these things make my 87-year-old grandmother ecstatic. She is so easily pleased that I can’t even comprehend it sometimes.