Can you call it a gift to yourself if it just happens?
Probably not, huh?
Today has been so wonderful.
So gentle, and so kind, and so peaceful, and so full of love, and so.... wondrous.
I did get a tad frustrated - twice - once, when Annabelle ate Madeleine's toast for the third time, and then later when I decided to clean up Trev's room.
I walked in the room and my chest just started gurgling.
Trev - being the Beautiful Child that he is, said "Mom, I think my room should be off limits to you. It just makes you so frustrated, and then you're not joyful, and I like you joyful best. So we should just make you forget about it!"
Can I keep him?
So why have I felt so especially joyful, then, today?
I don't know.
I'm just so in love with my children, and so very comfortable being me today.
It's 7:59, Trev wants a story, I haven't had my supper, and I gotta come up with some sort of party for myself :).....
Too bad I don't have any of Julie's "there's a party in my hair" thingies. I'd take a bath with a few drops of oil, shave my legs, decorate my pretend-they're-not-tangled tresses, and call it good....
See you in the morning, if not late-late tonight....