I called my "new" grandmother today. I just can't get over how natural our relationship seems.

I've never really had a grandmother because my maternal grandmother came down with alzheimers and then died when I was very young. I don't have very many memories of her because we didn't see her very often before she died. My brother's grandmother (ha! go try to figure that one out) was taken out of my life when I was about 8. I loved my brother's grandmother very much but I've missed having a grandmother of my own.

Now I have my very own grandmother at the ripe old age of 45. And she's just as excited about me as I am about her.

Sigh.

It's all coming together for me now. I'm happily married to the most wonderful man on the planet (yes, I really believe that) who comes packaged with a wonderful mother, I have a dream job, we're building my dream house, I met my wonderful 'new' family, and I have my wonderful core family (my sister, my boys, and my brother-Brother 1).

I know it sounds like I'm bragging, but I'm not. It's all just so unbelievable to me. I must have done something right to deserve all of this, ya know?

Today I feel very blessed.