Last night we rang in the summer with our first official bonfire, and our first official "hey everyone, come over and play at our house."
It was perfect.
We were small, and it was effing hot out, but somehow the bonfire didn't make it any hotter...it just made it better. The strawberries and ice cream didn't hurt either. And after the first wave (with all the little ones) said goodbye, and we put the kids to bed, there was fire part 2. Just as perfect.
Every day, there is something little, or something big, that convinces me that we absolutely positively made the right choice here. After floundering around for a few years, we're now exactly at the epicenter of where we are supposed to be. Where we belong.
We are home, in our new home, and I couldn't be happier.