I used to describe the summer after I finished grad school as blissful. With the dissertation finally off my back, I spent my days in a state of bovine contentment so very bovine that, several times in an afternoon, I would actually moo, just because I had time to.
Oh, this year has been crazy, with the recovery from the C-section, and then losing Dan's mother to cancer, and then getting influenza and pneumonia. It's been hard, sleepless, and frustrating, and I miss my writing brain.
It's also been the best year of my life. Hands down. Gareth just keeps getting cooler, and motherhood is starting to get a little easier. I wonder if it's possible for next year to be even better than this. Surely there's some sort of cosmic ceiling on happiness. I used to think I knew where it was.