Happy Thoughts

I was thinking today of all the things that make me smile and thought best to write them down so I don't forget them while I navigate this crazy life I live...


polka dots
pinkberry with raspberries
bright colored reading glasses
homemade pizza truffle and roasted garlic pizza
a smile from a stranger
my son's good days

bubble baths
Kathryn Hepburn/Spencer Tracy movies
a new baby
puppy breath
tucking my son into bed at night


and all the other things I'm able to do when I have time.  I often think, "gee, nothing takes a lot of time to do, if you have a lot of time."

Makes perfect sense to me.

Like many people, I don't have a lot of time anymore. The older I've gotten the farther away from the things that make me happy I get.   I find that I have to actually take the time to reflect on them - well, after I remember to reflect.   That's what age does.  It seems to push many of us away from the small things in life that make us most happy. Oh, I know family makes some of us happy, kids make some of us happy, just waking up in the morning makes some of us happy...and some not!  But that's life.

Yesterday my son and I had such a  fabulous day.  In fact, I pondered a couple of times over the course of the day how easy it must be  to be a mom when your child is making all the right choices without having to negotiate or bribe.  It was probably the closest to what I imagine heaven to be like.  It was more fabulous than polka dots, Spencer Tracey, bubbles or yes, even puppy breath.  I wished that time would stand still and our day could last forever.

At day's end, I tucked him into bed and looked him right in the eyes and told him how wonderful it was to have been able to spend the day with him getting along, teasing, laughing, having meaningful conversation. It made me so happy to see him happy.  He gave me a hug and said, 'have you seen the cat?"

Sigh.  One of those memorable moment shot to hell.

Oh well,  here's to pink polka dots, Spencer Tracey, my son's good days and that damn cat.

Keep smiling.