The Little Things

Life has its ups and downs. Recently, I have decided there are more downs than ups, but I have been told to concentrate on the ups. So here's to trying.

Pizza. Really good pizza. Really good pizza with friends. Really good pizza with really good friends. Really good pizza with really good friends that you're lucky enough to see almost everyday.

Kisses. Wet kisses. Wet slobbery kisses. Wet slobbery kisses while lying on the couch. Wet slobbery kisses from your young toddler as he attacks you while you're lying on the couch. (Thought I was going somewhere else with that one, weren't you?)

Being loved. Knowing you are loved. Knowing you are loved for who you are, not who someone wants you to be. Knowing you are loved by the one you love. Knowing you are loved by the one you love, and being lucky enough to see that one daily.

The nice part of the downs in life is that they point out just how good the ups are. Sometimes the ups are enormous. An absolutely, fantastically perfect night. A night filled with laughter, friendship, and love. A night that is so perfect that you often wonder if you were dreaming, and you feel blessed knowing that you were wide awake. But sometimes the ups are just those little things in life that hold you together when you are on the brink of breaking down and falling apart. A look. A wink. A touch. A loving note.

Life is a bitch sometimes. Actually, it's a bitch most of the time. But if you just learn to recognize the little pieces of gold scattered throughout your life, you can struggle through with a bit of a smile. And that's all I can ask for.

Terrified, Saddened, and Excited

I am putting my house on the market. It will be officially for sale starting tomorrow midday. There is a possibility (though slight) that a stranger may come walking through our house this weekend, looking at buying it. There is likely to be an open house next Sunday.

WOW! This is really happening. I am actually going to move out of my first home I've owned. The home my husband and I moved into a month after being married. The house I brought my baby boy home to. The house that fulfilled so many dreams.

I'm terrified that it won't sell quickly. A lady at work has had her house on the market for six or eight months now.

I'm saddened to think that someday soon, I'll be walking out of this house to never return again.

I'm excited to start a new portion of my life. To have a new house to make my own. To create new memories in.

It's amazing what life throws at you. Who thought you could experience all three of these emotions at once?

Wish me luck, and hope that the stress doesn't kill me.