Lucky.

Sometimes, especially lately, I feel as if I'm the luckiest person alive.
But then I remember that I've also been unlucky.
Fortunate and unfortunate
Life ebbs and flows.
Right now, I'm riding the wave.
Waiting for it to crash against the rocks at any moment.

G is getting so big. He's all smiles. He's almost sitting, almost rolling, almost crawling (he sort of scoots on his tummy).
A is almost a kindergartner. He's doing swim team this summer and is so far loving it.
MIL finished her first stint of chemo relatively unscathed.
It turns out I do have a job next fall and am just waiting for them to schedule me.
I'm actually looking forward to it, especially since it's only part-time, but also scared because it's at a new school
I have asked 4 people to write me letters of recommendation for my nursing school application and they all replied that they would be happy to.
I need a good score on the G.RE in a few weeks.

I've been excessively happy-giddy. I thought I might have a brain tumor or something. DH said I'm pretty messed up to think that 'being happy' means something's wrong with me. But then again, we've had such different grief journeys. I did some research on Dr. Google and I could be anemic. Fatigue and giddiness are signs. But part of me doesn't want to get it checked out because I don't want it to go away. How stupid is that?