And here I stand.
In my own Wonder(ful) Land.
My feet are propped on the sewing machine under my desk, and I can glance over my right shoulder to the tall, cool drink a' water I am blessed to be married to.
His eyes twinkle and his face just makes me happy.
Just seeing his face, smiling at me?
Melts any other mood away from me like a torch to a film of frost on a fall morning.
I can't stop stealing glances, actually.
What euphoria, what dreamy bliss I feel when I am reminded that my soul is entwined with his and that he loves me the way that I craved to be loved...and that I love him back with all the force that was welling up inside me for so many years.
This is why I don't blog much anymore......
what a sap!
What a cheese ball!
What a silly, swoony girl.
Also, I've been guzzling sweet tea all day and I'm afraid I mayn't be able to sleep tonight.
A sweet southern girl taught me The Way to make it and I gotta say.....
It is fabulously delicious.
And it might be constipating me.
I could use a bit of that, for a change.
(You do NOT want to know. Trust me.)
In a few weeks my little (giantly tall and very nearly 10) boys will be heading to Utard for the bulk of the summer!
I am terrified, yet.....ahem...breathlessly excited.
Not that I really feel like I need one, but...ya know...the idea of being OFF DUTY is quite tantalizing.
Plus, it's looking like I'll be escorting them out there and spending a week in the Promised Land.
Will be cool.
A friend's first baby will have just been born; I will make time for Moab this time; and I will soak up the awesomeness of my brothers and their families.
And maybe I can hack into the HR department where my husband works and give him an extra week of vacation time so he can come with me this time...sniff-sniff...
My career aspirations are all over the chart and stalled out, as usual.
I wish there was therapy for THAT.
Please universe, show me the way.
I just want to know where I belong.