Happiness Is............

Opening your fridge and finding your son’s favorite book tucked inside, in-between the eggs and sour cream.

Asking someone how they’re doing, and really meaning it.

Starting a conga line.

Loving your job.

Being best friends with your husband.

Waking up to the smell of coffee. Made by above-mentioned best friend.

Laughing with your co-workers.

Turning to family and friends when things get a bit hairy.

Having hair.

Understanding a plot twist in an indie film.

Finding out, after your husband’s layoff, that you don’t have to spend a ton of money to be happy.

Giving someone else the better parking spot at Trader Joe’s, parking hell capitol of the world.

Teaching your son how to read.

Dancing your @#$ off for the first time in years.

Watching Desperate Housewives reruns on your DVR while folding fifty pounds of laundry.

Being vulnerable in exchange for acceptance and growth.

Owning up to your mistakes.

Air conditioning in your car.

A really good family portrait.

Writing that book you’ve always dreamed of writing.

Friday Nights.

Saturday Mornings.

Sunday Afternoons.

A good magazine article.

Unexpected gifts…………….giving them.

Keeping someone’s secret.

Really good iced tea on a hot day.

A scale that breaks and is always ten pounds less than your “real” weight.

Cold watermelon.

A clean car.

Girl talk.

Having your husband look at you as if it were your first date.

Bookstores.

Skinny Cow Chocolate Truffle Ice Cream.

Earl Grey Tea.

Progress……..not perfection.

Laughing until the incontinence you inherited from childbirth kicks in.

Ceiling fans.

Telling someone you love them.

Reconnecting with an old friend.

Not getting the swine flu, as previously feared.

Crisp sheets on the bed.

Paper plates.

Self-confidence.

A second chance.