Strange sensation came over me this past weekend ... a realization that I am utterly and truly, deeply content.
Oh, there are dreams still poking and prodding me forward along with ensuing gremlins, with occassional mini bouts of anxiety requiring chocolate-sedation.
But at my core ... yikes! ... I am simply delighted by life. My life. This life.
Glass more than half full ... it is spilling over. But that is how I like things: messy and bubbling with still-to-be-discovered possibilities.
And best mother's day yet ... coffee in bed, a new bookmark (the pile by the bedside is growing ... do I qualify for a sabbatical?), garden flowers and my girl missing a new tooth (a new offering for the fairy circle)
Every day, more icing added to the cake ...
Yes, it is good.