YESA
I GAVE MY NOTICE at school. When this school year is over, it will be my last. No Place Like Home has taken off with flying colors. My assistant, Mollie is amazing, dependable, and awesome. It’s a little terrifying to take the leap into full time business ownership, but I’m more excited than scared. I know in my gut that it’s the right move for me.
It’s a rainy Saturday and in-between pet sits Travis and I are doing a bit of house cleaning. He’s moving out of his apartment and into mine until we are married. When he cleans out my desk drawer he waves a piece of paper at me with a giant smile splayed across his chiseled face. I walk over to grab it, but he’s playing a game and I am jumping around like a child trying to snatch the guarded paper.
“Have you gotten everything on your happy list?” He waves the paper back and forth and I continue to leap for it without luck.
“Hey! That’s not for you.” I tease.
“It is now. Let’s see,” he holds the paper up to his face and reads the items one by one. “Go to a concert. We did that!” He’s excited to check one of the items off. I give up from trying to snatch the list, obviously he’s going to read it. I reside to sitting on the floor beside him, draping my arm across his leg. “Listen to your gut. I would definitely say you do that.” He smiles as I nod in agreement. “Start a business. Check! Go to yoga class. Another check! Run with Lucky every day. Check, again! You’re on a roll Yesa.” He reads a few more items on the list and only pauses when he gets to “Fall in love.” He stops to look at me, our faces only separated by a few inches of space. “Well? Have you gotten that one yet?”
I playfully hit his arm. “What do you think? I’m marrying you, aren’t I?” I wink and lean in to kiss his cheek.
“Okay, check!” He agrees. “Oh, wait. Go on vacation. You haven’t done that.”
“Good thing we’re planning one with Trish and Eddie soon.”
“Yep, you’ll be able to check that one soon. Duck, North Carolina, here we come!” He wraps his arms around my lower back and pulls me toward him, kissing the top of my head. “So…” he scans the list. “You’ve gotten or are on your way to having everything on your happy list, except one.”
“Oh?” I snatch the list from his hands and scan it myself. “Which one is that?” And then I see it. Dance in the rain. It’s stupid, but it’s on my list. And he’s right, I haven’t done that one yet. “Well, that’s okay. We saw seven shooting stars in one night…that was pretty sweet.”
He nods in agreement. “We haven’t seen a single one since.” He muses. “We’ll dance in the rain one day. Promise.” He pulls me closer and I lean my head on his shoulder. I breathe in his scent and rest my eyes because I know he means it. I know we will dance in the rain, because with Travis Tate it’s impossible not to be happy. He is my happy list now.