My Best Day

I'm working on a book that is part of a series of collections of "best days." The author, permanently disabled, wrote to celebrities, sports figures, astronauts and so on, asking them what their best day was. The answers varied, but many said it was the day they married or the day(s) their children were born.

I worked on the first book of the series back in 1997, before I was married or had children. I wondered then if the answers were really honest. Was the day they got married their best day? Or did they just feel as though they had to say that? Same with the birth of their kids, was that really their best day or was it something far more self-related, but they weren't brave enough to say so?

Every time I work on one of these books I tell myself I'm going to stop and really think what my very best day was ... search my memory banks and come up with something that was truly my very, very best day ever. Because I'm sure I can come up with something better than they did, something more interesting.

Wouldn't you know it—sure enough, with the absolute joy they bring to my life, hands down, my very, very best days ever were the days my two sons were born. The best month of my life? When I got married. From the week before the wedding, through our three week honeymoon, the absolute best time I've ever had. Whaddya know?