Happiness

Some people believe happiness is a myth…of that assumption I have my doubts for every day I am glad to discover so much to be happy about. When I was young I’d secretly hope the day would never end when I was outside playing in my neighborhood with friends. or when seated around our table…talking non-stop…incessantly eating, in between our words, with friends and family. In my neighborhood, in my house…at my table…up a tree… happiness was everywhere I went…it seemed to be following me. and it continues to follow me today…with family, with friends…when talking, when eating, playing, singing, dancing,…in silence or when walking. In a mountain lake wildly swimming with family…I feel just as much elation as when sitting quietly in a church for my granddaughter’s confirmation… It is not a myth that happiness surrounds my heart… allowing it to float carefree or that each day it is more and more enhanced by the people surrounding me.