Day 18: Happiest Moment of my Life

For Day 18 of the Blogember challenge to blog each day during the month of November, today's topic is the Happiest Moment of my Life. Hmmm. … this could get interesting!

I believe that life is an array of moments strung together creating who we are and what we stand for. And during those moments we encounter joy, pain, disappointment, sorrow, glee and a miriad of emotions and experiences along the way.

Certainly the ones that stand out for me are the moment my daughter was born. She was truly a gift from God - a miracle - a blessing - and long-awaited at that! She's the life that my husband and I created from the love that we share. And along that same vane, when I married my husband was an incredibly happy moment as well. We didn't marry until age 35, each bringing our histories and patterns into the life we chose to share together. It was a long road up until then, and now it's a shared one!

Other happiest moments:
* Climbing to the top of the highest peak in NYS 5, 344 - Mt. Marcy

* Bring promoted twice in two years and having the opportunity to move to different parts of the country each time and take on very different challenges

* Finishing the Women's Four Miler for the UVA Breast Cancer Care Center

* Celebrating our 10 year anniversary - the moment I recall sitting at brunch, looking out at the ocean, being so thankful for all I have - holding his hand, sharing a meal and feeling anticipation of all that we have to come.

* Many, many shared memories with tremendous friends! Pep-talks, glasses of wine, borrowed books, letters of thanks, a hug, a smile and a hot cup of coffee.

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