Feeling Happy

As I sat on the small deck off our bedroom with my husband next to me, watching our daughter lovingly snuggle with and sing to our new pet rabbit, I felt happy. Really, really happy. Happier than I can remember feeling in a long time.
Happiness is good.
I am grateful.

My poor, poor blog

Apparently, all it takes for me to fall off the blogging wagon is buying a house. Buying, renovating, moving into and continually finding new projects in a house.
But I am grateful. I have a house that is mine (well, sorta). I can tear down walls, rip out floors, build, paint, landscape. Anything I want (and can pay for). I know where we will be living next year. And the year after that.
My poor, poor blog has suffered, but I am grateful for our new house. Our home.