Just when I thought life couldn’t get any better, the good Lord giveth me a Frenchman in his underwear.
I kid you not, ladies.
During last night’s stroll with Roxy, I came to a halt.
No, it wasn’t to admire the mesmerizing moonlight or to avoid stepping in Roxy’s poop.
I froze in my tracks when an Adonis wearing white boxer trunks crossed the road accompanied by his…Jack Russell Terrier.
Talk about fate.
Mouth agape and pupils dilated, I was barely able to reply to his sultry, “Bon Soir.”
Bon soir indeed, Monsieur.
Frantically, I tried to remember the chorus of the song “Lady Marmalade,” but to no avail.
I was too distracted by the handsome man in his underwear.
However, this post is not about sexy Frenchmen, much as they make me drool.
Instead, it’s about toasting serendipitous moments.
At times, it might be finding a crumpled twenty dollar bill, long forgotten in the pocket of your favorite jeans.
Other times, it might be having every traffic light turn green the moment your vehicle approaches.
And other times, it might be a gorgeous Frenchman in his skivvies.
Serendipitous moment indeed.
Is luck involved?
Is it good karma or the alignment of planetary stars?
I like to think it’s the universe’s way of bequeathing us with an unexpected moment of joy.
While life can be difficult, confusing, and utterly frustrating, now and then, the cosmos will “fix” it so we can experience a bit of wonderment; a bit of magic.
And who can deny that after a grueling day, it’s absolutely lovely to be able to sigh?
A good sigh; one accompanied by “oo la la.”
Open your eyes to the unexpected moments where you’re able to forget your worries, fears, and anger.
Allow yourself to take in the funny, the beautiful, and the unpredictable.
Who knows, when you least expect it, you may just find yourself whispering “Bon Soir.”