Right where we're supposed to be.

One thing that you may or may not know about me is I'm a worrier.  I worry about everything, anything and nothing.  It's quite annoying and I'm always trying to be better at going with the flow.  The purchase of this home/ having 2 kids under the age of two/going back to work combination was probably the most stressful trio of events in my life thus far, particularly since I haven't birthed two of the best sleepers on this planet. Thankfully, they have no clue how their mama stresses.

But, we're here, living in the home of my dreams, and it's almost been 6 months. 

We made it through the most expensive heating season of my life. 

 We still own two homes, which I cannot think about, as I worry myself sick. 

There's other things that I worry about on a regular basis...which really serves no purpose.

 I know that things will work out the way they are supposed to work out.  It's a frivolous thing, this worrying.
As I was watching my two little blessings, experiencing spring on this farm for the first time, watching them and enjoying them, it all feels so right.

Things have worked out just as they should, it feels like we are right where we are supposed to be. For that, I am most thankful.