The Good Life

Life just keeps getting better. If I put the old me next to today's me, we would look alike but actually be two almost completely different people. Healing is a beautiful thing. I can breathe, I can cry, I can laugh. 

I took Number Nine to the lake last night while his mommy took the Little One to Urgent Care for an earache. The ever changing lake shore has captured this boy's heart and imagination. Sticks, stones, and running water. Is there anything more for which a boy could ask? 

In another week I'll be packing my suitcase for my trip to Florida. I'm going early this year. Early for Christmas, that is. I'm looking forward to a wonderful trip and perhaps a meetup with a friend I haven't seen in almost 47 years. I can't wait to give him a big hug.

On Tuesday I left work a little early for an appointment in the Village of Webster where I submitted a passport application. The "long form" birth certificate finally arrived in the mail. Now I wait for the passport. Where will I go? I haven't a clue but I'm one step closer and a little bit excited.

Happy Thanksgiving!