I am so indescribably happy. It's like happy is not a big enough word for how good my heart sings, and the constant fluttering of joy in my belly, the way I'm constantly catching myself holding my breath, wondering wow, is this really happening?
We've set up home in a tiny little apartment in the south of Newtown. It's wonderful. Not only do I get to wake up in my lovers arms every morning, not only do we get to share little cups of tea all day long as we work from our desk, but I'm home in my old neighbourhood that I love so much.
Life is very very good.
I sometimes catch myself getting worried - something this wonderful, surely this can't last, (although we'll try our damnedest to make it). There are still things that are difficult - he misses his boys and I share his pain over that - but we have each other and that is worth so so much.
I don't don't believe I've ever been this happy.
