Things I love:
I love that my dad e-mails me several times a week just to gab, and tell me what he's working on, and share a virtual eye-roll at all the world's goings-on.
I love that I can call my mom at 10 at night and freak the hell out that our sump pump is busted and holy crap our house is going to float away and it will be $10,000 to fix it -- and that she can laugh, talk me off the ledge, troubleshoot and tell me how to keep the house on its foundation til the repair guy shows up, all inside of 10 minutes.
(I also love that I can call my works-for-a-plumber neighbor at 7:45 a.m., sick as a dog, explain the situation to her and have her tell me, "Go to bed. The guys will let themselves in.")
I love that my husband is doing exactly what he wants to, and he's doing it better than anyone could have predicted. I love that he is happy. I love that he's letting me slack off and play hooky and go to the gym, and we are all more relaxed and taking deeper breaths.
I love that my kid is doing well in school. After weeks and months of frustration and aggravation and far less than optimal performance, we seem to have hit on a system that motivates the kid without offending us and without eating up all the teacher's time.
I love that I've got time and inclination now to look around at some of those "someday" projects and start them today.
I even discovered that being sick is nice when it's all three of us together flaked out in the big bed stoned on cold meds.
We're a blessed and lucky bunch, y'all.
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