Grateful Grows, You Know.

I am not an emotional person. I maintain an even keel 99 & 44/100% of the time. By emotional, I mean typical weepy-girl-type emotes and all that. Every now & again, something cracks on through and makes me ugly-cry even if I’m happy, but still. I keep myself together just because weepy is not me.

However….

Every spring, I feel like I’m 3 months pregnant or having a sorority house full of synced PMS. Why do I go nuts, you ask?

I bought a house 4 years ago in May. First time buyer, did it all by myself. You know, like adults do when they are supposed to be grown and all that. I was TERRIFIED. Buying a house is NOT like buying shampoo- if you hate it after a couple weeks having it, well, it sucks to be you for the next 30 years. A friend that I worked with years ago is a mortgage man- I called on him. In the scheme of things since the last time we talked, his wife had become a real estate agent, so it was the perfect dynamic duo to make this happen for me. I was extra proud of me for not throwing up on anyone during the whole process, especially at the closing table as I signed my life away.

It’s said a house isn’t home until you make it one. My house was a home before the ink even dried on the 1,684 pieces of paper it took for it to be deemed mine. I had SO MANY FRIENDS that were on board- they helped me move, paint, gave me things for my house, repaired/installed things, etc. I could detail for days because I remember everything like it just happened. All these people put their lives on hold to make a new life for me and my wee familia. A friend of mine that helped with a lot of things has since died. It gives me nice memories to see the things he did and remember when he was here helping out. Since then, I have called on several folks for things I’ve needed help with and BAM- they are right there. From a broken pipe, electrical fun, erosion fixes, etc. Just right here, when I needed them.

Springtime Emotionfest…..I LOVE to garden- mainly flowers, but this will be my second year with vegetables. Every year when I get out in my yard and start cleaning/prepping things, I am reminded again of how loved I am. So many friends have given me plants- new plants and cuttings from their plants that I have been able to grow. They come back bigger and better every year. I can literally walk around my house and point out who gave me what and WOW look at it now. They have grown to a point where I can now share them with others, too. I’ve also been given neat yard/house stuff that makes me smile daily. Things that people knew I would love, and they are so right.

My life is so FULL of people that love and care about me and my family. Like a garden, every year it grows and spreads. Spring is always my reminder of how grateful and lucky I am with the life I have and the people I have in it. I am so blessed that in my life garden, I have way more blooms than weeds, and every year, I sow a little more beauty into it.  I don’t have to stop and smell the roses- I roll around in them daily like a dog on a dead animal. Truth. I hope all of you have well tended gardens. If not, get to weeding and start growing your own happiness- you’re the only one that can tend that garden.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go wander about my yard, ugly-cry and point everything out to myself again. For the 78^th time in the last 2 days.

See this? Growing in my yard. I didn’t pick it- just gonna stay lucky and hope it keeps growing, too.