I am jealous of a 84 year old woman

I worked Monday night at the senior's home...after happy hour yes there was booze and stories. I sat with two of my residents philosiphizing and solving the world's problem's as we usually do and we watched 2 ladies who have dementia sit in awe and spend 20 minutes chasing our resident bunny, in their wheelchairs around the lightpost down the hall and back, talking to him and watching him and laughing. In that moment I found myself somewhat mezmorized by the simplicity of the moment the simple joy that a resident rabbit brought to these two ladies in their own little world, they waved each other over "Cmon he went over this way" they would point and off he would run and they followed giddily behind. It was funny to watch and I found myself jealous. Jealous of them being at the place in their mind where all that mattered were these two ladies, the thrill of the chase, however quiet or slow and a little rabbit. Their minds, their thoughts were carefree not invaded by bills, dog woes, not the four deaths that had happened in the past week, not thoughts of whether the house was clean, none of that mattered... all that mattered was enjoying that moment and catching the damn rabbit.