I had this really surprising moment tonight.
I was unpacking, making the millionth trip from the house to the car to get another load, feeling like I was way out of gas and definitely about to run out of fumes. And in the not-too-cool night air, I got a fresh wave of wind, like some sort of Divine Febreze. And in that instant, I was happy…and excited about this decision to move back.
I remembered being happy here and remembered how much I loved the view of the sky from my porch.
It could have been a moment of insanity gaining ground, it’s possible; but I will believe in the happy, because I need as much of it as possible to get through this thing.