As we drove back from my birthday getaway in Carmel last week, I couldn’t help but feel on top of the world.  Mark and I had stayed at a gorgeous resort, gone on amazing hikes/bike rides and eaten some of the best food I had ever tasted. Evenings were spent by the fire, deep in conversation, while our dreams flowed as easily as the wine, which led to leisurely mornings taking in the full ocean view from the window of our suite.  Its amazing how a good retreat can make you feel on top of the world, like you’re in a perpetual cocoon of bliss.

And then we arrived home.

Everything appeared normal as we approached our house.  Mark went inside first as I unloaded our kids and our dog.  As soon as I walked in the door Mark shot me a look that was full of panic.  Trying to understand the source it was then that I noticed the water.  Everywhere.  The floors of our house were flooded (everything but two bedrooms). Stepping into the house was like walking on to a wet sponge.  The carpet was soaked, the hardwood was squishy and coming apart.

Needless to say, the past week was a bit stressful as demo began on our floors and walls, requiring that we temporarily move out. Luckily we have amazing friends who are putting us up for the next week or so.

I found the contrast of my birthday week and this past week ironic.  We went from having a great time and being so comfortable in Carmel to starting off last week in a house with furniture piled on top of furniture, dryers blasting, and dehumidifiers in nearly every room.  It would’ve been so easy to get down (and I did have my moments!), but what good does that do?!

We boarded our animals, packed a few suitcases, and are getting to know our friends really well as we crash with them – and having FUN in the process!  It actually kind of reminds me of college.  That was the last time I lived with other adults who I wasn’t related to.  Of course this time around there is less drinking – and a bunch of kids. ;-)

Through this experience I am reminded once again that gratitude is a choice… and gratitude always ALWAYS produces joy.

Good thing I LOVE lemonade (adding tequila doesn’t hurt).