The things I recall about living every moment of a long life mistakes and all.
I grew up in a broken family up during WWII.
I was still growing up in a broken marriage, and growing still as a single mother with four beautiful little girls. After my little girls were no longer little girls, I was still growing and learning. Still a girl kissing a frog or two while searching for her prince. Twenty years of a loving, happy marriage. Learning to live without my prince.
And getting to know my grandchildren and great-grandchildren.