Quiet Contentment

I have just come home from three hours of bliss. The house is quiet. Everyone is sleeping. I have time to just soak in the moment. To be content. To think. To feel blessed. I am in introvert heaven.

My three hours of bliss is directly related to my 2nd-ever post, "Sometimes you know how good you have it..." As you all have probably heard, as I'm quite vocal about it, our family friend and Camille's teacher of the visually impaired, Beth, is moving on Saturday. Far far away. To Sheboygan, Wisconsin (That is phonetic spelling. I am resisting the temptation to google it in the name of perfection as to risk ruining my train of thought, and thus, the moment.) I had the complete pleasure of spending the last three hours at "The Tasting Room: A Wine and Appetizer Experience" with Beth, just talking, talking, talking. About life. About Camille. About the gift of her life. About the future. About the knowns and unknowns.

And I feel sad. And I feel content. And I feel joy. And I feel touched. And I know that Camille is loved and she has learned and we have hit the jackpot in terms of all of Camille's teachers--including but not limited to Beth.

So, my heart is full of so many things.

But mostly, I am content.

Tonight, I am not worried about Camille. I simply feel blessed that she is who she is because if she were not, I would not have been blessed with knowing so very many amazing people.

And I am the better person for it.