You know.....you are one of the richest people I know. I love you, Babygirl.The small things are making me happy.
Sitting on the porch listening to a donkey bray across the field,cows are mooing and the neighborhood kids are running and playing with each other,just like I did twenty years ago. The same families have lived on this little country road for seventy years or more, I know every single person by name and they never hesitate to throw their arm out the window as they drive by or stop and ask how Mama is,or if Daddy's thinking he'll have any luck fighting the deer over his prized peanuts this season.
It's beautiful and bright at seven,the sky has the most vibrant shades of pink,peach and purple with just a tinge of baby blue. The weather was almost unbearably warm today; not just hot,Southern humid hot that has your crisp shirt sticking to your body half way through the day and your big Alabama hair has fallen to your collar and your makeup seems to have to melted away.
I spent an entire day with kids, covered in paint and listening to pop music and munching on Dr.Suess trail mix. Considering I had two hours of sleep under my belt when I walked into the classroom I wasn't too excited about how I'd actually feel today. All it took was a dozen pairs of tiny little arms wrapping around me from every direction to give the energy boost I needed to be fun.
Now I'm going to use the two giant loaves of fresh baked butter bread(I got as payment for babysitting for two hours today, from a teenage girl I met at the shelter last month) I'm making big organic turkey sandwiches and even have a bottle of white wine to share with my cousins after we get the little one into a bath and get all the "Skittle juice" off of his face.
Nothing amazing is making me happy really; just being surrounded by the ones I love and knowing I am loved in return is pretty perfect.
My cup runneth over.