Waiting through a long cold winter and a long cold spring and a long cold June, weeding and mulching and mucking about with plants (this goes here and where the hell are the onions, I know I planted them somewhere), and suddenly realize you got what you wanted, and all that hard work really did pay off
Finally bit the bullet and ordered the damn thing--this is all your fault, mr. lavalette, and I'm very glad it is.
To save myself numerous anxiety attacks I have mentally scheduled this to arrive a month from now.
(Oh. And sometimes in the middle of all that anticipation you forget to look up and understand that yes, this is right. This is where I wanted to be. And isnt it lovely. )