So you know that one day last week that it didn’t rain?!? Yeah, you know the one. The sky was beautiful. It was almost warm. It smelled like Spring. For a fleeting moment, it felt like Spring. I miss that day!
In the morning I woke up and at my breakfast of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. The view from the breakfast table was just too good to miss. Our littlest man, James loves to be read to. Cameron of course is his favorite, so he had to do the reading on this particular morning. I though to myself,
Happiness is watching my baby boy curled up with his daddy on the couch reading stories about fire engines. Add a little bit of Cinnamon goodness and it’s perfection. Well, that and who can resist the baby toes?
After taking in the sights on the home front it was time for a quick walk on The Haul Road. Of course the weather did not disappoint and neither did my camera. As we walked along I took in the beauty that was my home and thought to myself, Happiness is pine needles, grassy fields, and the ocean breeze.
Then I got to thinking. Isn’t happiness whatever I say it is? I determine my own mood, no one does that for me. If I am happy it’s because I have decided to be that way. If I’m content it is because I have chosen to be that way. There isn’t anything that really can effect my mood. Sure, things happen that can contribute to how I view the world. Ultimately though, my happiness is only really dependent upon one person. Little old Me.
I don’t know about you, but I choose Happiness. I choose contentment. I choose serendipitous joy. What do you choose?