happiness is you.
happiness is the animals..
the cat curled up next to me with his claw digging into my wrist so that I do not let go.
happiness is the 5 and 8 year old here half a week..
even rising out of bed at 6 a.m., when I hear them giggling and whispering loudly about waking me up, I cannot help but smile.
it is jumping on the trampoline with them and knowing I am giving myself some sort of whip lash all the while...
and when their mother joins in
and she and I are screaming louder than the children
absolutely fucking elated!
happiness is going on that cold, late night drive with the wind whipping my eyes so much that we put on sunglasses and then you got pulled over before we could make our grand escape to the beach.
happiness is seeing photos of my sister smiling.
happiness is making my mother laugh.
happiness is you and
happiness is me.