I’m in love.
I doubted it would happen, at least not like this. I always had a picture in my mind of me, ecstatic, walking around in that haze that, from television, we know as “true love.” When you get that glazed look in your eye, that silly grin on your face, and people stop you and wonder just what it is that has happened that makes you so serene. So content. So, dare I say it? Happy.
And yet here I am, doing the same thing myself.
I can’t seem to stop myself from talking about the object of my affection, surely to my friends’ and coworkers’ annoyance. My mind is occupied with new, fun ideas that all revolve around this new adoration, and already I’ve made sacrifices I didn’t think I’d ever make and spent money galore without a second thought. All in the name of love.
I feel like a new person at times…my stress over the various issues in my life seem somewhat petty. These days, everything is taking a back seat to mi amore.
And to believe it’s been less than two weeks. They say you fall fast, and heck, I believe it. I sleep better at night, a silly grin on my face, and think that finally, after all this time, I may just settle down. I think this is The One. I’m happy, at peace, complete.
I can’t wait for you all to share in my joy, and want to introduce you to this new object of affection.
Just come on over and see it…after all, I’m in love with my new house…
Wishing you a wonderful week and an open invitation to visit,
PS: Pictures to come…have to finish cleaning up and then you’ll be inundated with more photos than you ever wanted to see, I promise…