Not bad, for a life in a rough patch.....

You know, I just love Pinterest....it's like a magazine with an infinite number of pictures, ideas, recipes, crafts...you name it (That is a mind boggling kind of thought - is Pinterest REALLY infinite? Can you ever GET to the end of Pinterest?). I saw a quote on there today that really resonated with me - maybe because of my little intentional happiness project last week. It read "Every day may not be good, but there's something good in every day." Now, I have been way too busy in the last few days to be intentional about anything except just getting everything that needed doing, done....but happiness...the good things...were they really present without my seeking them out? Why yes, yes they were....chock-a-block full actually....here are the highlights....a montage, if you will, of  the good moments that found me...Friday, I had a really good hair day - finally! I learned a beautiful new song. I drove home from the show both Friday and Saturday nights with all the windows down AND my hair is so short that it didn't even blow in my eyes. Clancey the Crackhouse puppy escorted me downstairs Saturday morning, and sat on my feet while I drank my coffee in the pavillion. I got a beautiful bouquet of flowers from a castmate....first time anyone has given me flowers for any reason in a very long time. I got lot's of texts this weekend from the college boy AND his friends posted multiple pictures on Face Book featuring....the boy, so I know exactly how he looked at the Football game (He looked so happy). I got to sing the new song on Sunday - not once, but twice....and I got that feeling again - that shivery "God Thing" feeling in our Early Service...we were singing "In the Sweet by and by"... not a dirge-y version, but a Bluegrassy, rocking old time revival version....there was a third grader that couldn't stand still, so he was dancing up and down...there were people I have known my ENTIRE life....My Baby girl (The oldest of the two daughters...not to be confused with the Babiest girl - who is the youngest) was sitting in the back holding a little fellow on her lap...my Babiest girl was singing with her friends that she has known HER entire life, and for a moment - the room glowed with love and togetherness. Yesterday afternoon was the final performance of Smoke on The Mountain (That is NOT the good thing ) after an almost 3 month run. As we sang the final song, and turned in to face each other, most of us had our hands over our hearts - a tribute to the close bond we had formed during our time together. After the show, we gathered for a last meal together, and laughed until our sides hurt - mental snapshots - memories for a lifetime. Then, exhausted from the day, I fell into bed, and just before sleep overtook me, I hooked my ankle around John's, just as I have almost every night for the last 24 years (often the best part of my day). As I write this, my kitchen is full of laughter after another unbelievably busy day....John, and the babiest girl - laughing at a story being told by Baby girl....the Crackhouse Puppy is once again laying on my feet, and I am minutes away from my nightgown...the feel of the night breezes through the open window, and my ankle hooked around John's....not bad for a life in a rough patch......