There is so much I want to write, but I keep hitting backspace. It doesn’t help that it’s nearly 3am, and it’s been awhile since I’ve written anything of substance. My college self would be disappointed.

But, life is wonderful again.

I could say that sentence over and over and over again. Just sitting, thinking about it and letting it wash over me, is enough to make me cry.

So much has changed. And I don’t even know where to begin. I wish I could detail everything: our home buying process (yes, we’re now homeowners!), our beautiful wedding, and the surprising silver linings that came with the pandemic. But my energy is limited, and I have to get up for work soon (did I mention – I started a new job, too?!).

I don’t know that this blog post is going to have any specific focus other than rambling. There are too many blessings to count and to want to talk about that I don’t even know how to begin to put it in writing. And even that in itself is a blessing.

I guess that’s it, really. Paul was injured on the job almost one year ago, and he’s been home ever since. Though I’d rather he not be injured in the first place, we’ve felt so fortunate to have this time together. He went back to station yesterday, and we know we’ll never have that amount of time together again for a long time.

I should really be getting to bed, so I suppose this is all for now. Who knew my “Wiccan” white candle birthday wishes would actually come true.

I’m absolutely in love with life, and I can’t wait to see where it takes us next.