Actual paragraph from my memoir:
Michael told me the other day that he thinks I am happier now than I have ever been. And I know he is right. I keep thinking maybe it’s just the adrenaline from having survived a brush with death and that one day the balloon will pop and I will cry over lost keys again. But for now those mundane details of life have no power over me except to be kissed and laughed over and applauded as the annoyances I’m so thrilled I still get to suffer through.
Actual moment from our evening:
Me: Where is Jake’s cup? Why, why, WHY is it missing so often? And why is it never in the same place twice? I’ve looked for it everywhere. EVERYwhere. And why does it upset me so much? It’s just a cup! (although, a ticking time bomb of stink what with its containing milk and all).
Michael: Serenity now.
Later, Jake found the cup himself. And it actually was in a place it had been before. And suddenly, all was right with the world. Maybe I should change that paragraph in the book . . . .