I've had a few of those myself....perfect days.....I remember one summer in college when I went to the lake many Saturdays with my daughter and we played in the sand and water...from about 10 AM to AS LATE as possible.
That's when I felt there was an end in sight. Like the cloud would lift and my future was out there.
Okay, enough of that. I imagine my Mum felt similar on this day. With her beau. Adulthood was just about there. It was there. And this was her beginning.
Her perfect day.
Who knows. Maybe not. But if this were my day....it was.