celebrate the quarter century

I have considered starting a new blog for a while, and, you know, life just gets in the way. I am not sure that I have posted in my other blog for more than 6 months, so let's start fresh. I am going to post about things that make me happy. My blogs tend to creep toward the purging, ranting so I am going to start fresh. There are many things that make us happy everyday, so why do we tend to talk about the things that frustrate us more?

Well, I say no more! At least, not for now. Who knows what this will morph into later, but for now, happy thoughts. I will be keeping the crap in the real world for now...we don't need to publish the crap online.

First thing's first, my husband makes me happy. I could really go on an on and on, but I love him the most because he knows me, really knows me, and loves me anyway. He doesn't try to be someone else, and he doesn't expect me to be anyone but me. He knows that the best birthday present he could give me would be to take a day off work and spend my birthday with me, and that is what we did. We spent the day around the city: the zoo, the grounds of the art museum, and even Crown Hill. He didn't even bat an eye when I told him that I had always wanted to go to the cemetery. So, we went, and it was beautiful.

It was sunny, and quiet, and all the trees and flowers were blooming. We went to the highest point in the city and looked at the skyline and down at all the markers. It was a wonderful view, and we even learned about how schoolkids saved up money to have James Whitcomb Riley buried in Crown Hill. It was absolutely lovely, and quite a poignant way to spend Memorial Day, I realized later. But the day was perfect, because I spent it with him.