Good news must be shared. And this weekend, the good tidings crept in slowly, then gained momentum like a thundershower.
1. The mailman came. Amid the pile of credit card offers, I got a letter in my box, a three-page letter from my 21-year-old nephew. He is in prison. I love this boy with all my heart and I hate how his life has gone thus far. So any communication is great, but an honest, well-worded letter is heaven itself. I had written to him two weeks ago, having just found him, and am dancing a jig to get such a good response. Letter #2 from me is on it's way.
2. JP worked in Oregon all last week. Talk about lonely. I love my kitties, but they're not big talkers. On Friday, JP arrived home safe, sound, and bearing gifts. Our 4th anniversary is a month away, but he decided not to wait. And he presented me with a toy I've been eyeing for three years -- in a Fancy Gift Bag, with tissue and everything!! Clearly, this was a big deal.
Very. Happy. Anniversary.
3. Yesterday was my first dedicated writing day. I'm now working a four-day week, taking Mondays off. The pay cut stinks, but we're gunna give it a try. I want to be a writer, not a transcriptionist. So, I wore my cowgirl jammies into the afternoon and worked out a difficult scene. BLISS.
4. JP had a job interview yesterday, and it went swimmingly! It includes No More Travel and working on the bigger equipment he's always wanted to learn about. He has to take a test next week and then we'll know.
Don't you agree, we all need a dose of happy news now and then? What's yours?