That's a thoughtful observation, which surprises us not at all. We know you.
Allow me to share something I don't talk about much any more. Mr. Maryn nearly died in the mid-90s. He had a cancer with a five percent survival rate. Our kids were young and we were not deeply rooted in the community or anything (still aren't), but I'd become friendly with the mom of two kids the ages of our kids. They invited the kids and me to dinner one night, and told me to bring a swimsuit and a barrette or something. After dinner, while they read to and played with the kids, I got a sacred half hour in their hot tub, under a roof but open, while it snowed and snowed. I'd had a glass of wine with dinner and was relaxed but not drunk. It was the closest I've ever felt to serenity, then or since.
Maryn, who has a Mr. Maryn, for the record