Oh, how great I feel!

I've felt so great off-and-on for the past few weeks (there have been long periods of depression in between the happiness, but I'm choosing for now to ignore those). I've been writing happy things, and poetry. Oh, my god. I haven't written poetry in years, and I'm not sure I've ever written happy poetry until now. I'm so pleased to be able to write when happy. :)
Today, though, just made everything perfect. I helped my boyfriend and his brother renovate their kitchen today. I'm so welcome in his home; his family loves me. His father loves me, his brother digs me. I'm comfortable there (and that's strange - I'm hardly comfortable in my own home). I'm teased lovingly there ("I love your OCD girlfriend", remarked his dad), I'm wanted. I love it so much. I love feeling so much a part of the family.