Good Things For Good People

I'm in love. I don't mean to sound 97 years old, but I really didn't know if I would fall in love again. I've known for months, but been terrified to say it. 

I'm happy again, and more thankful than I could possibly put into adequate words. 

Sk8ter Boi

My boy is growing up. There's no stopping it, or slowing it down. I'm extremely appreciative of the cuddles and snuggles I still get, because I know he won't be wanting them forever. He's almost tall enough to look me in the eye. He's maturing. There are hormonal outbursts, though infrequently. He's starting 8th grade in just a few weeks. Woah....he's starting his last year of middle school. Yikes!!

This boy is amazing all the way through to his bones. He's well adjusted, sweet, kind, and wise beyond his years. I think once you've had brain surgery, everything else is cake. Our summer hasn't been the best, so I'm trying to make these last few weeks before he goes back, fun and full of good memories. I think we're both ready for the familiar schedule of Fall and school.

Happy Antiversary!

Yesterday would've been my 18th wedding anniversary. It was a much more emotional day for me, than I'd anticipated. Made worse by having to see my ex and his mistress/fiancé. 

I coped by finally tackling the excavation of my guest bedroom. For 2 years it has been where memories go to die....a veritable minefield of framed family photos, scrap books that I had spent hundreds of hours constructing, and The Dress. My wedding gown. A year ago a friend told me about an organization that takes wedding gowns and turns them into burial gowns for babies who pass away. Having lost 2 babies myself, I couldn't think of a better way to pass along my wedding gown. It felt like a much better option than BBQ'ing it, which is what I had planned to do with it.  Well, after becoming very emotional and upset yesterday, I was finally ready. This morning at 9am, I met with the woman who runs the organization. I gave her my dress, and we had a little chat over coffee. She's going to cut a portion of the dress off, and save it for me. My son will be able to use it as a pocket square if he ever marries. Despite my feelings toward his father now, we did have a happy marriage for many years. My son was the very best part of that union, and it should be a part of his own celebration in the future. 

I went straight to the paint store from there, and painted the walls in my guest room. I've reclaimed that room from 'Crap Catcher', and am transforming it into a beautiful guest oasis. I don't want to leave the door shut on it anymore, and in the last 2 days I've worked my butt off to purge, save, organize and relocate everything that was keeping me out of that room. 

I don't remember which expert's advice it was, but 'clean out a closet' as a means of feeling better about life? Best thing I could've done for myself over my Antiversary.