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Happy-ness.

My intent was to write. I came home from helping my brother move houses today with about an hour to kill before it's time for me to head back out. Tonight is my friend's birthday and the girls are headed out for an outstanding night of pasta, laughs, and maybe a movie. My house is clean, the laundry is folded and neatly tucked away. O, wait, there might be another load in the drier that just finished. Nah, I'll get it later. So here I am, dressed and ready, with a few extra minutes to myself. Now, what do I write about?

I could write about what a fun day I had with Casey and Kristine. They have this special mix of magic that challenges you and comforts you all in the same minute; it's rejuvenating. 

I could write about the fun evening I'm looking forward to, which reminds me...I can't forget my movie coupons. 

I could write about the crafting project I'm finishing for my cousin, but there's a very tiny chance she has heard about this blog and I'd hate to ruin the surprise for her. 

I could write about the ginormous project I just finished for my Dad, but there again...there might be readers out there, and I'd hate to ruin it. 

I could write about...
I could write about...
I could write about...

Maybe I'll just write about how happy I am at this minute. I honestly couldn't ask for more; my life is so blessed. I have a wonderful husband who loves me and strives for excellence in every part of our lives. My family is healthy and loves (and likes) each other. I have a beautiful home that's warm and cozy and decorated just the way I like it. Both of our vehicles are paid for, and still operate swimmingly. I am a successful teacher and an adventuring artist. My spiritual life continues to grow and I think that might be my favorite part of this particular season that I find myself in. 

In the end... 

I. Am. Happy. 

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