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For the first time in my life, I finally feel grounded. No, not grounded like no-phone-for-a-week-because-you-brought-home-a-"C" grounded; like rooted and a part of something bigger and better.
A big part of this is because of my DH (and this time the "d" stands for dear); his plentiful patience is an inspiration. As some of you may know, I tend to expect a lot and react quickly, then I freak out when things aren't like I thought they should be. DH's patience with others, especially me, is immense. I really need more of this. Good thing I met him. Saturday, one the 3rd anniversary of our 1st date, I will tell that story. Anyway, patience allows me to see the world and more easily be a part of it. Patience also allows me to be comfortable in my own skin and in my own home.
Another first is that I want to be at home. For as long as I can remember, I needed to be constantly on the go, even if it meant just riding in the car to 7-11 with my mom to get some milk. In fact one of my mom's favorite stories illustrates this. When I heard my mom's keys jingle, that meant she was removing them from her purse (everything in its place all the time), and that meant we were going somewhere! Woot! One day, I heard the ol' familiar jingle, and came running like a cat hearing the can opener on a can of tuna. When I got there, I asked where we were going. My mom said we weren't going anywhere, why? I told her I heard her keys jingle so we MUST be going somewhere! My mom burst out laughing and told me she was just cleaning out her purse. Oh how the tears rolled down my cheeks!
Now I want to be at home at my table stamping or scrapping or sitting on the couch with DD and DH, watching tv and knitting or playing a few songs in Guitar Hero. That, my friends, is pure joy.