The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by 8 am, with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.

After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready.

As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window.

“I love it,” she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.

” Mrs. Jones, you haven’t seen the room...”

“That doesn’t have anything to do with it. Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time.”