I’m not sure how we’re supposed to define success. I don’t know how much money we’re supposed to earn, how big our house is supposed to be, what we’re supposed to accomplish before we die. Here’s what I do know:
I got to drive to Connecticut with my husband yesterday, have a great lunch (and cocktails) with the other most important guy in my life, Jim, and his husband Ken, who are our chosen family. Then we enjoyed a dinner party at their home last night, with their wonderful friends.
This morning, after a great breakfast with Jim and Ken, we headed home, stopping by a few shops on the way home, before getting another boisterous, affectionate welcome home from our beautiful dogs when we walked through the door.
We spent the afternoon relaxing with the dogs, catching up on recorded shows on our DVR and planning out our week.
Although there was nothing particularly extraordinary about this weekend, I can’t help feeling really lucky that I get to live this life.
For right now, we have no money problems, no health problems, no worries to think of, and I have people (and dogs) in my life, who love me as much as I love them.
And wine. Let’s not forget the wine!
Not too shabby!