Contrary to what the previous post may conjure, we actually are usually shockingly happy. It's actually a bit funny. I really love(d) Ryann and she made me so incredibly happy and proud and giddy. But Clif makes me cry, I'm so happy. Not all the time. And I'm not generally a crier. But sometimes I find myself cuddling him or making faces with him or putting him down for the night, and the Happy just bubbles up so hard that it bubbles straight out of my face and this non-crier cries-grin-laughs all over poor little Clif.
I love my husband. I love my babies. I love my job. I love the city we live in. I love living so close to my sister and her family.
I had a really shitty thing happen to me. (Please excuse the language. But I think this warrants some strength of expression.)
But I love my life.