Bliss

You know when everything seems so wonderful and you are worried about the other shoe dropping? You spend every minute waiting for something awful to happen and in the meantime, you miss all the good stuff.

I've been living that way for 8 months now. Always waiting for cereal to be flung at me or the contractor to call and tell me something awful happened to the house or for Daddy's doctor to call me and tell me that he's had a turn for the worse. I've lived every day waiting for the next bad thing to occur. I mean, come on! That's the way it has been over the past 8 months, right?

Lately, though, the bad things seem pretty inconsequential. I can handle the second Poopy Diaper Incident. No problem. Thrown milk glass and liquid spilled all over the new floor? No sweat! A Twinsie figuring out how to open the back door and making her way down the back steps and out to wait for someone to put her in the car when no one knows that she is no longer in the house? Ha! (Well, only after my heart started beating at a normal rate again.)

Life, it seems, has entered a rather blissful stage and I'm soaking up every minute of it! It seems all our life wanted was for the four of us to be back together again and in our house. Gracie and Luke are so very happy and LOVING playing with their Daddy. As soon as I can find the darn cord for my camera, I'm going to show you just how much fun they are having.

It's bliss.

And the best part is I don't care if the other shoe is about to drop. I'm too busy enjoying the here and now.