I have had a zenith of days... riding my bike, watering my flower bed, delighting in the joy that spring--finally, spring--brings. I am in love with life.
This is not to say that everything is perfect, but I think that's why everything is perfect: it's life at its best. My life isn't perfect, no, but it is perfect in its imperfection.
My house is a mess and I can never keep up with the dishes. I have been doing my hair with a functioning straightener [meaning: I can do more than keep it to its natural straightness]. It's finals week for my husband and I'm excited to finally have him to myself instead of sharing him with chemistry. I want to get a puppy, but I think waiting to get one makes it even better, more exciting. I'm feeling more comfortable with myself, and I'm letting my worries fly away [actually, it's more me shooing them away, with which I'm also ok]. I'm working on little projects, even if they're just in the planning stages.
I am dreaming and dreaming and dreaming about what the future holds.
I am taking photos. Here are a few [of my sister's children]:
There are many other really great ones... maybe someday I'll be able to sift through the millions of photos I have to process and post them, perhaps.
And I finally received my new lens. It is wonderful. See:
Ok, thanks for reading. Good-bye, friends.