I feel so good and so happy.
Date night ftw! ❤️🍺🍺🍷🍷🍷
So I kind of hate to be that person, but holy fucking fuck I’m so happy and lucky and just ahhh.
The kids are home for the weekend. D and I laughed and danced and drank while we made dinner. Basically, things are fucking awesome and I feel like I have to continue to acknowledge how lucky I am so I don’t jinx myself.
Violet does this super adorable thing where she runs to meet me whenever she suspects I’m headed to bed. She’s super fat so this is no easy feat. I love the way it sounds when she runs across the hardwood floor. I adore her. She brings me so much joy.
Tonight I was trying to go downstairs to do laundry, and Freya grabbed ahold of me and said, “Jenn!! I love you so much. Please stay.” So of course I did. Duh. We played Emoji Pop for a good long time. I rock that game.
Today was pajama day at Jackson’s school and when I picked him up he was wearing a Chewbacca onesie. It was totes adorbs.
I received an email from Jackson’s teacher about his spelling issues, so I sat him down for some spelling work after dinner tonight. Frey helped me quiz him and helped him sound words out. She’s so sweet and patient with him. She’s an excellent big sister and I just adore her. Also, Jackson improves so quickly when he gets extra attention. He’s actually incredibly smart.
D worked late tonight so I had one on one cuddle time with the kids. ❤️
D and I had good conversation and alone time tonight. He sent a response to his parents that was just perfect. I feel so very lucky that he has chosen me to be his partner in life.
It’s almost 1 a.m. so I should probably go to sleep.
I received an unexpected apology this morning.
I was at the courthouse and ran into an old boss. This is the boss from my first real job as an attorney. A job where, through hard work and diligence, I worked my way up from newbie associate to head of the bankruptcy department; effectively resulting in the demotion of a more senior attorney. Anyway, when I left that job, my boss took it very poorly, which came as no surprise. He was pretty shitty to me, but I took it in stride, moved on, and never looked back.
So back to this morning: After exchanging minor small talk and pleasantries, he said, “I want to apologize for how I behaved back when you quit. I was a dick and you didn’t deserve it. I took it personally and I was bummed to be losing you, but that is no excuse. I love how when I see you now you look so very happy and I’m proud of how successful you’ve become.”
I thanked him and told him there were no hard feelings. Then we hugged. It was really sweet, and it made my day.
It’s never too late to try to make things right.
I’m so happy, you guys! Like what even is my life?
On certain nights, like tonight, we hold hands and walk through the streets of our subdivision, looking into the houses still being built. Sometimes we only peek into the windows. Sometimes we walk through the dark rooms. Sometimes we make out against and inside the doorways. Sometimes we race each other down the middle of the streets. Sometimes we dance. We always laugh. We always kiss. We’re always happy.
My favorite part of yesterday happened late in the evening:
We walked arm in arm from room-to-room exclaiming happily and giggling over just how amazing it all is.
It almost feels dangerous to be so happy.