I'm lovin' it!

 I first felt it, with a shimmy round my waist, as my hips did figures of eights in rapid succession. It was my belly dancing class, and I was Sophia Loren,(" everything I've got I owe to pasta"-in my case chocolate) I was  alluring, seductive, my hands spoke volumes in the encyclopedia of come hither. I felt positively sexy, my eyes were blazing and I moved with joy to the middle eastern beat.

On the way home, I stopped at the pokey little flower shop (the one I always drive past) and spent a really long time marveling at all the wonderful roses, colours of every hue, eventually I chose a deep romantic red.
 ( Roses, sigh, you shouldn't have...) Couldn't and shouldn't were away, and so I did. When I got home I spent time arranging the roses ( not as easy as I had suspected) but soon a slightly lopsided arrangement was put on the sideboard. "Who are the roses from?" - "A secret admirer", I answer honestly. Has it really taken me so long to get to this point?

The kids were dotted all over town except for the youngest, N, my 7 year old. I showered, scoured the newspaper for whats on and took extra care over my hair and make-up. This was a date. We went hand in hand to the movies, N and I , we sat on the step watching fellow movie-goers, munching popcorn and waiting for the doors to open. "Planet 51" gave both of us time to catch up on any missed sleep and at it's conclusion, I carried my sleeping bundle off to the van.

Content.



I am happy with my life and I am finally learning to love myself. Serenity has arrived and has calmly unpacked her bags, I hope she makes herself comfortable. I'm plumping her pillows for her. The path to healing is not looking so rocky anymore, here and there some wild flowers are popping out. I'm grateful to be alive and to be so blessed and I am looking forward to all that I am going to accomplish in the years ahead. My heart is ready to love, I'll start little and love roses, sunsets, Sunday roasts, friends and my children.

I've come a long way.