Time of my life

I realized this morning as I glanced back in the backseat at my small sweetly smiling son in his school uniform, that I am having the time of my life. I no longer have cancer, I have money in the bank to make my mortgage and buy gas, my son is happy and healthy enough, I have a good job/career, and if I could forget (and forgive) all the stupid ugly harmful things I have been told the latter part of my life about myself (and my son) I might just have a perfect life.