I’ve been reading Pajama Mommy’s blog and it makes me think about how much I love simple, everyday life happenings. The happiest time in my recent memory was actually just before my divorce when we’d moved back here near family, I was finally back in the same house with my husband and daughter and things were just swimming along at a slow, average pace. Nothing big, traumatic or even mildly exciting was happening and I loved it. I guess the calm mediocrity wasn’t enough for the ex, though 
He sprinted of to more fast-paced pastures.