Sunday, February 2, 2014

Happy Thoughts

Feeling a bit like writing this morning and thinking of my Happy Thoughts...thought I'd put them on "paper" and send them out into the Dear Void (You've Got Mail reference. A fave)...

I love my husband. I'm so grateful for him, for how he has accepted me and my weirdnesses. How he "loves" my dogs, even though he didn't grow up a dog-person. He indulges me in my sadness, in my silliness, in my times of epiphanies, yes, epiphanies. He's a good listener and I'm glad he didn't change the kind of man he was when I was younger and dumber and wanted him to be weaker. I love how "interested" he is in my projects. And my shopping-purchases. He's one of the hardest-working men I've ever known. And one of the most-intelligent. And one of the wittiest...

I love my sons. I always have. All I ever wanted to be was a mom. I wasn't, and still am not, the Best Mother in the World, but , I love those boys. I'm sort of obsessed with them, and used to tell them that if I wasn't their mother, I would've had crushes on them, to which they would reply, "Gross, Mom"... Now that they're grown, I love their wives. That sounds funny, but let me clarify, they each only have ONE wife. I love that there are women in the world who love my boys and watch out for them and want to create Good Lives with them. Which brings me to my next love...I love the children of my sons...

More than I ever thought possible, I love my GrandChildren... I love the way they talk and that they call me Munny-not all of them just yet, as my Girl is too young, but it's coming... I love the way my Grands smell. I love the curves of their respective noses... I love enjoying childhood with more time to enjoy and a different perspective with which to enjoy it. And, spoil them and then send them home for their parents to deal with? Not me. I wanna be a help to their parents, not someone who makes their job tougher. Plus, I'm ALWAYS sad when good-byes have to be said...

I love my friends. My closest friends are a treasure. They keep me going. They spur me on to good works. They're my cheerleaders and my coaches. My shoulder-to-cry-on and my-kick-in-the-butt when I need it. Oh, I often need that.

Good children's literature makes me happy. Books written with a classic-style, yet fun...
Good illustrations and font-choices can make or break. I have several books for kids-and their parents-that I've started writing & creating here and there...one day, I'll get serious about them...

Cute children's clothing is a Happy Thought. So are stuffed animals. And anything made by Maileg, but especially the Mice... 
Pieces of mismatched china. Old silverware. I love traveling...NYC and South America especially. But I also love coming home. Snuggling with my pups. Thoughtful people. Gift-giving. Walking in the sand. Walking in the snow. The early-morning sunlight. Watching my Little Brother and his sweet family. The example my mother was and is to me-she set a high bar for caring for people. My dad's laugh is one of my favorite sounds. And my GrandPup is a joy...

Talking about a few of my favorite things makes me happy. PS, I have LOTS of favorite things...

1 comment:

  1. You are a great example of what happiness looks like. Love your blog....

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