The Happiest I've Been in a Long Time

I'm the kind of person who revels in contentment.  I don't need excitement, adrenaline kind of freaks me out, I plan for the worst and sort of hope for the best, when things are quiet I am satisfied.

But I'm more than content here.  I find myself feeling a deep-seated happy contentment.  I look around regularly and think "life is good."  Not OK, not Eh, not Fine, but Good, with a capital G.  Better than Good a lot of days, very rarely less than good.  Sunshine makes me happy, and we have plenty of it.  An ability to find things and get things, pick up and drop off my family, meet up with friends, clean up a room, make a decent meal (even with my wonky oven).  We can stay active, or not.  We can see people, or not.  Weekends are our own, or not.  Ian has a 5 minute commute (so far I drop him off and pick him up).  The kids are all liking school and their teachers.

At some point something will irk me, but there are too many things to be content about that the irky things are easily shrugged off.

I feel like I belong, and whether or not I do, there is the source of my contentment.