So...

It's amazing how the weekend after a huge pity party, down on life fest, you unplug from the world and have an lovely weekend. One of those weekends to make you remember what's important. Who's important. What's right with the world. One of life's little tender mercies. We did a lot of yard work this weekend...a few things that needed done before the snow comes. I sat at my desk MAYBE a total of an hour for the entire four days. It was truly glorious. It was needed to replug into my life. Replug into my family. To remember.

In the old house, I had a lot of those moments...you know the ones that make you feel so content and that life is complete bliss? In the new house, though, not so much. I have been missing them completely. I'm sure it's due to trying to sell the old house and getting truly settled here, full of projects and to dos. But yesterday. Yesterday was glorious. Nothing special happened - it was full of cleaning the spiderwebs out, putting the fence up, putting down bricks for a walkway...But by mid afternoon I was overwhelmed by contentment. I felt life was good - is good - and right where it should be. There was something about working outside with Isaac, running errands, watching Sammy FINALLY learn to ride his bike that made everything ok. All my freak outs, my uncertainties, my insecurities, my concerns and questions about my career melted away. I was with my boys and nothing else mattered.

Or maybe it was the pending excitement over my newly purchased apple and nectarine trees...


(def leppard - hysteria)