My Already Brilliantly Lighted Life

Currently I'm: Listening to Falling Slowly by Glen Hansard, sipping white wine.
Wearing: White and green sundress, barefoot
Location: Curled up on the couch, laptop on my knees, home alone since hubby's traveling for work
Last Thing I Ate: Spinach and Sundried Tomato Pizza dipped in hubby's homemade marinara
Days Till Birthday:  156

I have been experimenting with titles besides "grandma." For cripes sakes, people, I'm all of 40 years old and keep myself up, ya know? It's just too weird, "grandma." Grammy doesn't fly either. Perhaps "Mimi?" It's kind of like nicknaming "Grammy" down to "Mimi." I can swallow Mimi, since it's an actual name. Otherwise, what about "Mia"? It means "mine" in Spanish. I could be okay with that as well. I'll keep chewing on it. Perhaps it will be whatever Amelia decides.

Huge news. I got Anna a teaching job at my school here in Salt Lake City!!! It looks like James has scored Tyler a job at eBay here in town as well. Just a week ago, Tyler and Anna moved in a mere 2 blocks from my home! Yes, people, you read correctly. Little Amelia, the light of my already brilliantly lighted life will grow up right here with me at her side. Happiness!

Amelia is amazing, and not just because she's a little piece of me. She's so good natured. And expressive! I could stare at her all day. She helped me in the garden yesterday. Sitting in her little chair, wearing her flowered bonnet. She sat in the shade of the cherry tree and watched me work the vegetables, listening to me as I pointed out all the gifts of nature growing around us.

Sunday I roadtrip with Tyler and Anna back to Albuquerque. They have some loose ends to wrap up to make their move complete, and I just sold my Albuquerque house so I need to empty it. I am sad about selling that house. I have always loved that house. To be honest, if the deal were to fall through before closing, I think a part of me would be relieved. Hubby is happy to wipe his hands of it. He hates everything Albuquerque. I get it. It is true, I do tend to live with a part of me still belonging there. Roots still embedded in the harsh clay desert soil.

Salt Lake City has been an adjustment. A year later, I still have to force myself to call this house my home. Don't get me wrong, I would do it all over again. There is no man in the world like James and for some reason he loves me more than oxygen. Perhaps it is because James already had a world established here. I had to find a way to fit into Planet James. We did not get to create a world together. Between you and me, during weak moments, I get bitter about that.