I was chatting with a fellow heathen the other day who was saying how blessed she felt, but then stumbled as neither of us really believes there is a bearded white guy in the clouds waving a wand and deciding our fates. I've been struggling since to find a more appropriate word, because it describes my almost constant state of mind at the moment.
Lucky isn't it. That's finding $10 on the ground. Fortunate comes closer, but it still doesn't go quite far enough to describe seeing Genevieve smiling up at me from her cot in the morning or lying across my lap contentedly chatting to herself after a breastfeed.
I do know we're very lucky to have such a delightful baby. With the exception of a few rough days here and there, she's the giggliest, most engaged littler person I could imagine. We certainly can't take much credit; I've known too many amazing parents and devilish children to believe that!
And how great is it that we get to spend so much time with her? Not only are we spared the pain of leaving her at childcare, as much as I understand that is just reality for most people, but I have Eric home so I also get out to play: the best of both worlds.
We might not draw such an easy baby next time, and we certainly won't have the idyllic lifestyle we do here in Margaret River. In my new attempt to live in the moment, though, I'm just trying to appreciate what we have now and trust that we will figure out how to maximise whatever comes in the future. I'm always worrying that what comes next won't be as good as the present, but somehow things just seem to get better and better.
Off to huff some more happy gas....
