At this particular moment in time I have a perfectly-whelming (not “over” or “under”) feeling of contentment.
It could be that my doors and windows are open for this first time in months welcoming in the slightest, humid breeze and the much-missed sound of the palm trees dancing…
…Or it could be that I planted new green things yesterday and that planting anything, whether a seed or ground cover, makes me feel that all is right with the world.
…Or, it could be that Lila and I spent the morning at my sister’s house in her pool enjoying extremely pleasant conversation and iced tea.
…Or, it could be that today is Sunday, my favorite day, and that tomorrow’s holiday Monday means ultimately another Sunday.
…Or it could be that today I acknowledged for the ba-jillionth time that when I walk in my house and see my husband, my heart stops for the slightest of seconds.
…Or it could be that I feel strong today. That I can be a good mommy to two little girls. That I can do this.
…Or maybe I’m so contented because today is one of those days when I realize just how blessed I am.