You know the Voltaire quote, "Perfect is the enemy of good?" I have my own ideas about it, one of which is that we get so hung up looking for perfection, that we actually don't recognize it when it's right in front of us.
I had an absolutely perfect July 4th weekend.
Sure, I could have done things differently or planned a few things better. Those things might have been more fun, or more responsible, or more... something. But by letting the weekend unfold exactly as it did, and by not trying to control every last detail of my schedule, I actually had time to notice the perfection as it happened.
It's a pretty great feeling. You should try it sometime.