We throw around the word 'perfect' a bit, but rarely do we really examine what we mean when we use it.  In church we hear a definition that kind of blunts the  meaning or defines it as 'complete or whole', but something less then we might use in order to make things a little easier on ourselves for 'striving for perfection'.  I guess that that is okay.  It really is a way to really put pressure on ourselves and that can get so demanding.  We also realize sooner or later in our journey that becoming 'perfect' can be a proper goal, but our time frame requires adjustment.  We come to know that this '2nd estate' of mortatily isn't sufficient and much more will be required, even far into 'eternity future'.  I could describe yesterday as a 'perfect' day, but I can't.  Mainly for the reasons stated above.  I save the word for a much more eternal context.  But it was certainly a great day, a wonderful day, a blessed day.  But there was just too much missing.  The whole family was not there.  The realities of mortality were there (can't eat it all even when it tastes so good!)  There is this feeling that there is always room to do more service, more good, or just more.  BUT considering that mental muttering it was, indeed, a 'perfect' day.  Now to make this one much the same.