Okay, I can't stand keeping quiet about this anymore. I'm having some kind of overflow of happiness in my life these days. (I think it might be related to the new addiction I have to exercise. It's a little out of control. If the post-workout endorphins were an illegal drug, you would all have to stage an intervention to save me. I have to take a drag on that pipe, so to speak, every single day, and I might be becoming one of those weird gym people. In the future, if you see me wearing matching rainbow wrist and head sweatbands in public, you have my permission to pretend you don't know me. Anyway, that is beside the point.) So many people I know are having babies or getting married or doing some other exciting life-changing joyous thing. I'm just soaking it all up like a sponge. In the past few weeks, I have been feeling a euphoria as high as any low has ever been low in other times in my life. I kind of walk around with a goofy smile on my face all the time, embarrassed to tell people, because it is 1) uncool to be this happy and 2) mighty enviable, dangerously so. Even my grief and worry and anger at various day-to-day or lingering problems seem to be part of the beauty--just swirled into it like an enhancement. I wish it were possible to bottle up this feeling, process it like brined pickles, and save it for later, or better yet share it with others when they need it.
And, because I can't stop the gushing once I've begun, here is a recording of the beautiful singing sound that my newborn friend makes when he is nursing:
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