#24 I miss you when you’re gone. Not because of all you do. Not because you are my rock. Not because our lives are in some ways irrevocably intertwined together. I miss you because I adore you and I genuinely miss your company. And, yes, missing you in this way makes me very happy. Now, hurry back!
#23 I am struck 1000 times a day with my daughter’s astonishing beauty.
#22 I’ve got a smile on my face today I can’t deny. My family has been approved to begin interviewing in the doggie adoption process! If all goes well and a special someone loves us in person 1/2 as much as we love her on paper there will be a new 10 year-old blond girl in our family holiday photo this year!
#21 Last week our son Benjamin signed, “Daddy” for the first time. Nothing touches our hearts tenderly than seeing our son communicate with us in American Sign Language.
#20 Happiness is …
when your 4-yr old runs to rescue you from a “tickle-attack” from daddy with all his little might, shouting:”No, she’s mine!”, gets you away, you both run for cover, daddy “attacks” & it all ends in loads of giggles & laughs… hahahhaha ahehhehehhehe
#19 Happiness comes when your work and words are of benefit to yourself and others. -Buddah
#18 I was checking out my pores in the mirror while my 5 year old took her last pee of the evening.
Mama?
Yup.
This is the most beautiful toilet paper, it has flowers and roses on it!
Huh?
I checked out the paper and sure enough, imprinted was a design alternated the images she spoke of.
It is pretty, M, gee, I never even noticed it and you noticed it for me, thank you! There are so many pretty things in this world, I just love it!
Me too, Mama! So many beautiful people we might just all explode! Explode with love!!!!
She giggled and wiped. I giggled and reminded her to wash her hands. We headed back to bed, her top bunk, crawled in it together while I sang her to sleep.
Sigh. Happiness for real.
what a great idea; to blog your reasons for happiness, especially in these times we often forget.
So in love with this site.
Le sigh…
(that was for you Nino)
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