Its too happy. Tomorrow Ill be ashamed.

Some days we notice little things.

I love rear window wipers. Love them. When you look in the rear view mirror and see that one lone blade working so hard to wipe those 12 inches it can reach. Its so expressive; so excited about wiping.

I love the first two minutes of sitcoms before commercials; the highlight of the entire half hour for me. The fact they often have no correlation to the storyline of the episode.

Its that one difference between the verses of your favorite song. That change in key you accidentally begin adding to every verse in the song. And then it finally comes, you get so excited and it passes so quickly.
You realize how consumed you were with it; that you missed enjoying the rest of the song.
So you listen to it again.

Its those last times you wear your favorite pair jeans before the butt gives out. That dreaded rip of death. Why didn't you buy two pairs? You wallow in hindsight.
But you look good today. You feel at home in them.
You choose to believe they love you too today.

I loved driving home tonight in the rain because no one could see me sing.
I loved hiding from the doorbell only to realize it was the mail-woman bearing a package.
I loved texting my best friend all day when it would have been so much easier to call her.
I love how bright my bedroom is in the morning.
I love how irritatingly happy Mia is at the sight of a tennis ball.

Today was one of those days for me.
A day when I was uncharacteristically optimistic.
Truly out of character.
I already feel a little indigestion.