That's probably a very over exaggerated title to describe how I feel! Briefly - my dh died nearly 6 years ago, and this year, in an attempt to distract ourselves from the anniversary, myself and 2 of my dc have come away for a few nights.
We've had a lovely relaxed time, and I have just got back to my hotel room after a really fun night out with Dd and ds3. I've left them together in a bar where there's live music, and have got into my bed. It's just hit me that for the first time since dh died I feel, if not happy, at least content. For the first time, I can contemplate a future on my own with something approaching equanimity.
I hope that doesn't sound unbearably naff or pretentious, and there's no point really to this post, other than I really wanted to say it somewhere!