Well it's not something that I usually blog about... maybe it's spring....... or maybe it's because I just finished a wonderful book............... or maybe it's because I'm ovulating.... or maybe it's the high you get after being so low after your Dad dies..
But... I guess I've just realised that I'm really, really happy.
I guess when I lived in St kilda in Melbourne with a cute cat and a callous & extremely unhappy flatmate, I thought that once you got to 42 & weren't happy, then maybe you couldn't expect that it would ever come. How wrong can you be. You can hate me if you wish but.. I have such a lovely life now, with an autoharp being fixed on the kitchen table & a music corner in the loungeroom and really good friends. I just found the cache of love notes that I keep from my Richard in the kitchen cupboard. The house is full of laughter & good cooking. There is 'bunting' being cut all over the floor.
I haven't really got a picture that encapsulates this.. but I do have a picture of the man who made it all possible.
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even though sometimes he picks his nose and farts and does a silly chewy thing with his teeth at the same time?
isnt it because of those things....
love you guys so much and im so glad you found each other at last.
i was a bit worried for a while back there, leaving him all alone on the other side of the world.....
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