happy place....
I've been reading a book the past two days about a woman, who is so in LOVE with her garden. She spends hours gardening, and shares her love with her children and grandchildren. It is her happy place. The author describes the garden so vividly, I can almost smell the flowers with her details. I got into the bath last night, and soaked for a while. Then Andy got in with me and we just lay there, bobbing and floating in the steaming tub. We seem to have a good thing, we can lay in the tub and it isn't about sex. Not to say that it doesn't help.... but thats another story. Anyway... happy place. We were lying there, dark, hot, steaming tub and I thought.. "Is this my happy place?" No. Its nice, but a happy place should be someplace alone?.. Ok, Bathtub is good but not... IT. Then I had to think of where in my life was I the happiest. Where has my happy place been in the past? Of course vacations, and moments on vacations were gr...