Gushing

I've been avoiding blogging today, because I didn't want to be gushing all over the bunch of you, but it seems I just can't keep my mouth shut and my fingers restrained. Here I am. Gushing. I am totally euphoric! I really never expected in my wildest most overactive imaginings that I would be the recipient of such an enormous gift.

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I am struck by just how unselfish Marie-Jeanne and her hubby, Brad, are. (That's Marie-Jeanne in the pic, with her son, Rourke). I just cannot fathom that she loves me this much! She is going to do whatever it takes, to give me a baby! Me, people! I'm going to be a mom, only because she loves me that much. I am so indebted to her. To them. Beyond anything I could ever repay.

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Oh boy. So much gushy gushiness.

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And thanks you guys, for commenting and sending so many well wishes my way. I can't wait for us to meet one day.

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Oh boy. Gushing again. See how mushy I become when I'm happy? I must say, unhappiness makes for much more interesting, well-written blogs than being so dileriously happy. Oh well. Too bad for my blogging. This euphoria seems here to stay!