As I'm relaxing with my coffee and newspaper on a quiet Sunday morning, I find myself padding quietly around my apartment. I don't want to wake the 5'3" of rich, creamy goodness asleep in the next room. She's a bit of a light (and certainly a later) sleeper, so I'm trying let her sleep. As the rain falls gently on my patio, it's hard not to look around me with a sense of awe and wonder how I got here. I'm still not certainly I have an answer for that question yet, but I'm really, really, REALLY liking life right about now...and that's enough for me.
I realize that I'm probably beginning to sound like a broken record, and I should offer an apology if that's the case. Parents who talk about their children as if they're they first humans to ever experience such a wondrous, transformative event drive me nuts...and yet here I am doing the same thing about my version of another relatively universal experience- a relationship. Oddly enough for such a normally private person, I'm finding my writing to be a particularly useful way to process the emotions I'm experiencing. While leaving out the gory details, this has turned into an effective way for me to sort things out as events progress. So, if I sound like a parent cooing over their child as if no one has EVER experienced such joy and wonder before...well, I hope you'll be able to forgive me. I'm having fun...and my world has been turned on it's ear (in a good way).
Yes, I'm trying to process a lot of new and wonderful emotions...or at least emotions I haven't felt in awhile. Coming from where I have been emotionally over the past year and a half, I still find myself fighting the urge to pinch myself- especially after the BEST. VALENTINE'S. DAY. EVER.
No, y'all...it does not suck to be me right about now.... ;-)
