I keep asking myself this. Every day, every single day I keep thinking "why am I so happy? When did this happen?" I am driving through town running errands and I'm smiling from ear to ear. I feel a little ridiculous. I even feel silly telling anyone this, but I kind of feel like I need to shout it from the roof tops. I am bursting with joy. I can't exactly put my finger on it, but it seems to be coming from me. No matter where I am or who I'm with I feel like I'm the luckiest woman in the world.
Why do I feel like I'm not allowed to say that? Is everyone going to think that I'm conceited or narcissistic? Am I gloating? I don't think so. Even though everything in me wants to, I am not going to feel guilty for being happy. Not this time.