choosing between happy and happy.

My lil' family faced some tough decisions these past 48 hours.

Drowning in softball, we had to decide whether Bec was going to make it to her second playoff game, or proceed with a previously planned trip to Michigan to visit my parents.

Softball won.

Then came some not-really-but always-kind-of-anticipated difficulties from the X. One thing led to another, and I was left scrambling to figure out how to still get to Detroit for a Saturday night event with Cache Connections , have Bec make her afternoon game and avoid asking the X for any help, strictly based on principle.

I woke up at 3:30AM this morning to think about it. And with just a little (okay a LOT) of help from my fantastic friends, it worked it out.

So, instead of hanging with Fishy and Papa at the lake tonight, we were able to go to Culver's for dinner with our softball friends for dinner after Jess' first playoff win, ever.

Hard to feel bad about missing out on something when you are being bombarded with love, laughter and the company of truly outstanding friends.

Happiness is everywhere. Even when you aren't looking, it sneaks up behind you and gives you a big, warm hug.

Be ready. It's coming for you.