Bliss Revisited

Do you remember when I wrote about bliss?  Pure, untainted bliss?  No???  It's just a few posts ago...go check it out.

I just wanted to take a sec to tell y'all that The Princess has taken to meeting me at the door every time I come home.  School or work, gas station or grocery store, wherever I may be returning from, she's there.  Like clockwork. 

No matter how badly the dogs want to wiggle their way into that prime position, she beats them.  All two hundred pounds of their combined weight.  Every time.  Without fail.

No matter what mood I may have been in before pulling in that garage, I can't help but grin from ear to ear.

No matter what I may be attempting to carry from the car, it simply doesn't matter.

Because I know the moment I open that screen door, that little girl is going to careen into my arms, squealing with bliss.  Pure bliss.

Crazy as it may be sometimes, I love my life.