Of course I wouldn't go back to living that way. We could have simply ignored the thermostat, for example, but didn't. And I'm happy not to be poor any more. Not rich, and we live more humbly than do most who read these threads, I suspect (though we travel as much as we want and eat out all we want and do pretty much anything we want to do) but we're certainly not poor.
But I"m not romanticizing. We were very, very happy during those times. Nothing was confused yet. Everything we did, including chopping wood to keep our house warm, was for a good reason. Until our daughter was diagnosed, we were ridiculously happy. Our son was healthy, happy, a joy, we loved our life, our work, we had millions of friends (a few of whom we really liked!), and we didn't yet understand how hard life would turn out to be in a number of ways.
This is the best time, though, in many ways. I do know that, really. For my hubby, it is definitely the best by a long shot. But one does have those pockets of peak-experience memories, and maybe I've romanticized a little, though it all seems perfectly accurate. And we knew we were happy. It isn't as though I'm revising. |
