We finally got it. The call we've been waiting months for.
Hubby has officially been offered (and accepted) a permanent position.
Oh, that noise you hear? It's just a choir of angels singing.
The best part of it all? In addition to the health insurance and raise and long term stability...his employer is going to pay - in advance and in full - for his Computer Science BA!
HOLY SHIT BATMAN!
I had this feeling - this effervescent, warm, reassuring joyfulness deep down in my belly as Carl and I kissed last week to Old Lang Syne. A tiny hopeful whisper in the back of mind, a calmness, a ping of overwhelming optimism. I just knew that 2014 was gonna be our year. The year where all of our hardships - our 12 years of long distance pain in the ass-ness, moving across the world-ness, expensive starting all over at the very beginning-ness - will start to make way for our long overdue awesomeness. The year of karma, baby. Karma that is finally paying us back for all the times we cried and struggled and wondered when things would become just that little bit easier. All the times we wondered when we'd finally find our path. Find our footing. All the times we dusted ourselves off and just kept going.
Our ducks are lining up. Not yet in a perfectly straight row, no sir, but they're grouped. Together. Waddling and quacking and content. And that's all that we could ask for. That's all we need to make us happy. The metaphor of a discombobulated string of daydreaming water birds.
As Mama Lynne always says, good things come to those who wait.