Epic Starts Here

"Epic starts here." - This is the newly discovered slogan of the Puma Lounge, which is the name of my house. Taylor Lautner definitely pulls Nikki, Susan, and myself into cougar territory but we haven't fully embraced the lifestyle of buying playstations for college boys yet. Yet.
Anyway, epic starts here. Ever since Susan and Nikki moved into this house, and Joey came on the scene, every weekend has been remarkably epic. But not just epic in the sense of events that merit facebook photo albums, even though those do happen regularly. A few weeks ago I went to bed at 8:00pm on a Friday night. The next morning I woke up, and was so pumped to tell my roommates about my epic night of sleep. Joey and I have donated blood twice this year - epic. We eat shells n cheese with crushed red pepper on top regularly - epic. Nikki and I have been getting up at 5:30am for morning devotions during Lent - epic.
A few weeks ago, the roomies and I walked to downtown Sierra Madre to get breakfast at a really lovely and quaint outdoor cafe. There was perfect music playing, nice clouds in the sky, hoodies on, sparklingly witty conversation, and we were feelin' it. At one point, Susan pointed out "I love that we savor things." This is a true statement, we really do savor things. In fact, as I laughingly pointed out to Susan at that point, apparently, we savor that we savor things.
I heard once that "Joy is enjoying another person enjoying you enjoying that other person." This is where I think the true epicness of the season enters in. There is this truly amazing combination in my life right now of people enjoying each other, and it really just builds on itself.
Of course, there are things worthy of enjoying right now. Joey finally came on the scene. He is quite possibly the best, most generous, funniest, all around greatest person I've ever met. More on that, but I don't want to overwhelm this "interweb" thing with too much sap. But let it suffice to say, he is sap worthy.
My roommates, Susan and Nikki, hit on all cylinders of awesomeness. I live in a house of good food, space to process the hard and real stuff (like that time I almost had a nervous breakdown after a horoscope reading), funny dogs, excellent boy talk, rock band, laughter (lots of it), raucous parties and morning devotions together.
My folks actually did get that house in Sierra Madre! After years of praying prayers that felt unanswered, God comes through in a way none of us could have dared to actually hope for. Isn't that just like Him... Epic.
Okay, I do not mean to overwhelm all 6 of my readers with talking about all the good stuff in my life. But this is my point - epic starts here. It's an internal thing. It's a choice to savor little things, like going to bed at 8pm on a Friday night. It's a choosing to invite others into your life for the hard and real and funny stuff.
Paradise is realizing what you have when you have it - Epic.