Happiness is . . .

Have you ever in your long-legged life . . .

Looked around you and just felt so much love and happiness you wanted to put it into zip-lock bags and store it in your freezer for those days that joy seems slightly deficient?

Sometimes I feel so glad and thankful that I feel like my heart is growing four sizes larger inside my body.

Like the times I put the kids to bed and they beg, "Tell us a story, Mom." Then they listen in rapt attention as the story is weaved, sometimes laughing out loud and sometimes letting out wails of "Why did he do that?" When I stop at places in the story where stakes are high for the protagonist just to enjoy the moment an instant longer before the kids ask in exasperation, "Mom, please keep telling the story!!"

Or maybe it is the times that W comes home and tells me I look beautiful. Then he tells me about his day. I tell him the funny things the kids have said or done and we laugh together. Or when he tells me he gives my meal a 10 because it tastes so good, like last night.

Maybe it is the times my kids comes home and exclaim, "Mom. The house. It's clean!"

These are the moments I wish I could mush together like peanut butter and slather it on a piece of freshly baked bread and take big bites --every single day.

Okay, now I am going to go eat breakfast. :D Have a glorious day!