Doing better today. While taking the trash out last night, I started thinking to myself that I will be happy when we're all moved into the new place and unpacked and settled. Then the wise soul who resides in my brain said: "Nuh-uh. You won't be happy then because you're not happy now." And I giggled at myself. Because it's true. I need to keep working on being happy in the moment, rather than looking to some future point in which to be happy. Not that I need to be happy all the time.
As Feist wrote in her sweet song, "Mushaboom":
I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done
Gotta just keep collecting those moments. Like this afternoon. Paul and I were sitting next to each other on the couch. I went to stand up, and he climbed up on my lap, as if to say, "Sit back down, missy, and rest a while longer." He then curled up, with my arm supporting his spine and bum, and we had a snuggle fest. Very nice.