I’m positive I’ve never been so content and at peace with my life. Every single battle I’ve ever fought has brought me to this moment where everything I’ve ever wanted is right in front of me. I spend my days doing exactly what I want to be doing. While my love for Australia will always be in my heart, I’m happy in Atlanta. We could not have moved to a more perfect neighborhood…my little slice of Stepford. Days are spent with going from our house to the neighbor’s to play, for tea, to chat. Everyone waves. On weekends people are outside in the yard chatting over a beer. Our street is brand new, we’re our own neighborhood within a neighborhood.
I’ve not once heard my husband say he didn’t want to go to work. Most days he comes home raving about the new staff – the possibilities, the upswing of the studio. It’s still a bit surreal to think that in all of our years, miles traveled, and spur of the moment decisions, that we’d end up literally in the exact spot where “we” started. The first time we met, our first ever dance together – on the very same dance floor we are now using to pursue yet another long-awaited dream. And doing so with people that we truly enjoy and respect. It’s more than luck really. It’s a privilege.
We’re emerging from the new baby phase. Violet is a very independent, curious, focused baby. Content to potter around on her own, and explore her world. 2 teeth, walking since 10 months, a few words here and there, and in love with her Daddy. Tanami will start soccer whenever the fields finally dry out (we should be half way through the season by now). She’s registered for pre-k at the YMCA come August. We’re still on the fence of public vs. home school. We’re going to test the waters and re-evaluate. I figure it will give me some one on one time to focus on teaching Violet a bit, and then when Tanami is ready for Kinder we can always start homeschooling then if we want.
I’ve really been taking “me” time more seriously. I logged quite a few hours expanding my knowledge of my camera and lightroom. Being able to finally shoot in manual with a true understanding of the camera (ok, a big chunk, but I still have plenty to learn)- it was a long time coming. I did a clean eating challenge that really did a good number on my body and spirit. And while life still throws it’s curve balls – it’s just easier to still make it to base rather than always striking out.
You know how everyone always tells you as a child – these are the best days of your life. And then you are in high school, and you are reminded again – these are the best days of your life. You graduate, you move out, you go to college – the same story. But these….THESE are the best days of MY life. Everyday. This is what I fought for, this is what we worked towards, this is my “someday”. Every night. Every morning. Every toddler tantrum. Every marital disagreement. Every unexpected expense. Every laugh, hug, cuddle, snuggle, “I love you”. I’m grateful for every. single. moment.