(originally published on Mommy, Ever After. And I have to say, one of the most special things about last night was the comments from people about the transformation of my house. There were guests who had been in the house when it was in the hands of the previous owners; it’s kind of a funny story, but my current bandmates used to play with the son of the former owners, an incredibly talented drummer. This house has music in it’s bones. In any case, the effusive compliments about the extraordinary change warmed me so. Thank you. Thank you.)
This morning my heart is overflowing. I don’t know how to begin.
Last night, my husband and I hosted a political fundraiser for a friend who is running for State Representative in the area.
It was our first time hosting such an event, and it was incredibly special.
It was also the debut of…wait for it…my new band. I have the privilege of singing in a band with two incredibly at talented musicians, one on either side of me. They have given me something so happy in a time in my life when happiness was sometimes hard to find.
We performed our first ever gig. And I’d say we did a pretty good job. After our set, my dad pulled me aside and said, “Look at where you were two months ago. Look at how far you have come.”
This morning, as I clean up the discarded party hats and noisemakers, I can’t contain my feelings of gratitude. This past week has been overwhelming, to say the least. Thank you to each and every one of you for reaching out to me, for reading my story, for taking the time out of your day to empathize with me, and for those of you who reached out to me, each message so filled with love. I am so very grateful.
“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”
I look at these tulips and think of new life. I think of where I’ve been and where I hope to go. I think of the start of spring. I think of sunnier days ahead. I think that my soul will continue to blossom and I think of the gratitude I have for the love I have found.
I think of the signed Brett Dennen Album hanging in my hallway, and the inscription inside: “This album is dedicated to those who might have lost their way but found it again from within.”
I am starting to find my way.
With love, gratitude and tomorrows,