Cannot. Contain. The. Happiness.....

 

 

 I feel like every post I make this month is going to be something with the word HAPPY in it.

 

So much Happiness and Joy has surrounded me lately.. and I am constantly feeling blessed.

 

I marvel at my blessings.

 

The weekend was full and of course HAPPY.

 

I cleaned out my garage -- de-junked some more vintage items to sell.. and Chad and I went to the movies.

 

Then.. Sunday came.. and many things were said in Testimony meeting, and in Relief Society  that were just what I needed to hear.

 

Heavenly Father is abundantly blessing me.

 

I can see it.. feel it.. and I no longer feel like I am swimming in a thick pot of poop.

 

I am abundantly grateful for the Miracles and Angels that have come into my life.

 

For Friends, Therapy and Family that have helped me.. and continue to.

 

I know I still have more Healing to do...but I'm feeling Fantastic.

 

 I am grateful for Tender Mercies.

 

I had such an Amazing Tender Mercy this weekend.. and I can't wait until my Birthday to share it.

 

I need to share it NOW!

 

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Once upon a time.. my Dad bought a beautiful hutch.

 

We all oohed and aahed at it's beauty -- and my Dad's excitement and passion to fix it up.

 

It also came with a beautiful story about a woman and tithing money.. but I won't go into that right now.  It was neat.. and we all know how much neater "things" become

with a story attached.

 

After Dad died.. and we all talked about furniture that we wanted to inherit or buy and etc... it became evident that most of my siblings wanted this hutch.

 

Which meant.. that I would not have this hutch that I loved and  that Dad loved.

 

Time has passed.. and I have looked at 100's of hutches for sale.

 

While many of them were beautiful.. none of them compared to the one my Dad had in his home.. and I was sure that I was never going to find what I wanted... because I liked Dad's hutch so much.

 

Well.. over the weekend.. I was on " Vintage Yard Sale Utah" -- a site on Facebook that my friend started.. and a girl posted this hutch that looked almost identical to my Dad's.

 

I started shaking.

 

I do this when I get really excited.  Too excited to contain myself over a good find.

 

I started asking the seller questions about the condition.. and then found myself not even caring about what she had said.. because I just wanted it so much.

 

I called Chad to come in and see it on the site.

 

I needed this.

 

Yes.. I know.. I said NEED.

 

Chad knows that I don't get serious about buying large pieces of furniture often.. so when it does happen.. he doesn't mind as much.. because he knows it's meant to be with me.

 

I told the lady I wanted it... but our communication to each other wasn't great.. so I panicked.

 

All Saturday night.. all I could think about was that Hutch.

 

What if she changes her mind?

 

What if someone sees how good the deal is.. and tries to offer her more money?

 

It was listed at only $350.

 

I was frantic.

 

Late Saturday night.. she left a message.. and I asked if it would be OK to purchase it on Monday -- so I could keep the Sabbath day Holy.

 

She was completely fine with it.. and we made arrangements for Monday.

 

I couldn't WAIT.

 

We showed up at her home.. and she told me she had debated not selling it.. and all I wanted to do was get the money in her hands so she wouldn't have regrets.

 

Chad told me that she was trying to show me the inside and the drawers and such.. but I was too preoccupied.. just wanting it into my car.

 

After it was in... and we were on our way.. I squealed.

 

A lot.

 

It was sooo beautiful.

 

And it was mine.

 

I couldn't quit smiling.

 

I KNOW Dad had a part in it.

 

That made me more happy.

 

Monday night.. I called my brother Chris to come and help Chad lift it into the house.

 

When he came in.. he said to me:

 

" Ann.. on the way over.. I could feel Dad.. and that he was happy about this."

 

It confirmed what I already knew.

 

Dad was a part of this.

 

 

 

 We got it in.. and it seemed as if it always belonged there.

 

MY BEAUTIFUL HUTCH!!!!!

 

It was much older than I thought.  It was built around 1890.

 

The glass is wavy -- with some flaws in it.. and I love each flaw.

 

The inside looks like boards.  Very old.. and they don't go to the back of the hutch.. so I can't set plates against the back of it.. or it would fall through.

 

It is amazing.

 

 I filled the bottom cupboard with my cake stands.. and moving the dishes up into the hutch freed up 2 entire shelves of serving dishes in the basement.

 

Woo-hoo for functional pieces of Furniture!!

 

 These are what the inside shelves look like.

 

 I put my Milk Glass in it.. and I am in Love.

 

I almost feel guilty for being so happy over a piece of Furniture.. but then I think of my Dad.. and my Great Grandma Mary.. and reading in her journals about her excitement over these type of things.. and I can't help but smile.

It's Hereditary.  :)

 

Since Monday night -- I find myself walking to the kitchen for no reason -- other than to just look at it.  Yes.. I'm kinda obsessed.

 

I feel as though I witnessed a miracle.

 

I AM IN LOVE.

 

Have I said that???

 

My Dad would keep his current copy of the Ensign ( LDS magazine ) in the right hand drawer.. and I am thinking it's going to be my new " Ensign" place.  In honor of Dad.

 

SQUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

 

Happy Early Birthday to me.

 

Today I am Grateful for:

 

Tender Mercies

 

For the Love Jesus Offers me

 

Ministering Angels

 

Answered Prayers

Happiness and JOY.