When something good happens...

This picture has NOTHING to do with my post today, but I just thought it was such a pretty picture...

I'm writing today about Happiness.

I'm happy.

In my job. (Well, in my life too, but especially in my job.)

I don't think I've felt that way in a REALLY long time.  Not since the job I had before I decided to stay home with my kids when they were little.

I sorta fell into my new job because of connections I had made in my old job.

Funny how that works isn't it?

But God knows, doesn't he.

He knows what is planned out for us for the rest of our lives.

It's so totally ASTOUNDING.

This job is is a little mix of my old job (dealing with kids) and a lot of the things I'm best at, strongest at at least.

It's a lot of organizing, it's a lot of paperwork, it's a lot of managing my time...but if you ask anyone...I thrive with those things.

It started when I was young, and I'd take EVERYTHING out of my parent's clothes closet and drag their nightstand or a TV tray into the closet, along with my old rotary phone (unhooked of course) and play secretary for hours.

Used to drive my mom crazy.  It would drive me crazy if Grace or Evan did that now to mine.

The sound of a stapler, of the keys clicking on the keyboard...I don't know...it's crazy, I know, but so much fun.

I'm so glad the people who hired me I got to know a couple years ago, or this job might not have been mine.

Thank you God for looking out for me.

ALWAYS.