Happiness is...
sitting here with my almost 7 month old, watching him gnaw away on a biter biscuit, and thinking to myself, "Wow, this is the first time in I can't remember how long that I've been so ridiculously happy with my life that I still can't believe it's real." My husband to be is still the wonderful person I first fell in love with, my ten year old is still a "momma's boy", despite having gotten older and more mature, and my baby is just happy to have me babble at him and wait for him to answer. And though I'm STILL having huge issues with my mom's dad, with my mom, I'm really ridiculously content for the first time, maybe ever.
And that, friends and neighbors, is saying something.
And that, friends and neighbors, is saying something.