Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?
Oh, man, what isn't? Well, okay, actually I could present you with a list of things both major and minor that are not good in my life, but screw it. They pale in comparison to the good stuff:
- Erik. Best thing to happen to me, hands-down. Good-looking, tender, SMART...He gets me. His mom told me she's never seen him so happy and content. Guess what? I haven't been either. You know, we've been married close to a year and haven't argued once. Not even a minor spat. I didn't realize that was possible, contrary as I am.
- Marie-Honor. My rainbow baby. She sleeps long stretches at night, she's a great nurser, she's getting into that part of development where she's awake more often and plays with toys in her own little way, and she is just wonderful. I always wanted a little brown-haired baby, and now I have her. And she's my sweet Evangeline, too.
- Bobbie. She's coming into her own in this new school. She has a teacher who likes her and she's starting to make friends. She's thriving--only one B on the last report card, and it was an 89. She is smart and she is (mostly) sweet and she is about on a level where she can have a real conversation now, and holy hell is that child gorgeous.
- Linda. She is so smart I don't know what to do with her. Seriously, this child is doing her sister's third grade math homework, and teaching her little sister how to read, just for the fun of it. And she's vivacious and outgoing and adorable.
- Esther. The older two are girlie. She isn't. Thank God for that. Our personalities mesh so well. She is still young enough that I am the be-all and end-all of her world. She loves snakes and mice and walking graveyards with me.
- My home. OK, so it's a duplex. And a rental, at that. And the neighbors get pretty loud and there was that drunk guy passed out in the recycling bin in the back yard last week. BUT, I love the neighborhood. It's good to be back on the East Side. I can walk downtown from here, or over to the Southtown area (pix are upcoming!). It's good, and there is a yard for the kids to play in and it costs less per month than Erik's 1-bd apartment on the coast did.
- My in-laws. Words can not express how much I adore these people, and I mean nothing bad by not putting them ahead of the house thing; I'm half asleep is my excuse. Erik's mom is the greatest. She is kind and generous and great with all four girls. The sister-in-law whom I've had the chance to get to know a little bit is as sweet as her brother, and smart too, and has kids near the age of my kids, and is planning a home birth if she has any more, so we get along better than I could ever have hoped.
- School is going good this term. I'm geeking out more than ever before in the second half of American Lit. My Psych course doesn't make me want to kill anyone. Most of the folks in my Bible as Literature course are capable of stringing together three coherent sentences in a row, and when they don't the professor jumps on them.