Happiness.
To feel or show pleasure or contentment.
How is it that I can be happy from so many things? Like this morning, my 5-year-old self was jumping and yelling about the maybe half inch of snow we had gotten. Or the other night when Miranda and Elizabeth and I were just sitting in my room talking about God and life and talking in funny voices, and everything said was just hilarious. Or listening to Christmas music with snow on the ground and flurries blowing everywhere. Or when Anna and I joke about stuff, which is all the time. Or Jac doing her crazy face and having conversations in a British accent. Or maybe drinking peppermint mocha and soaking in the cold weather and warming your soul to the little things God has provided. Or thinking about the crazy opportunity I have in going to Bulgaria... like really, who gets to do that? So cool. Or reminiscing about childhood memories of no worries, play time, and baking cookies with Grammie. Or maybe it's bundling in scarves and hats and gloves and walking in the winter wonderland. Or sitting around making Christmas cards. Or eating oatmeal or German chocolate...yum! Or watching She's Out of My League and laughing so hard because even though you know what the next line is, you still find it absolutely hilarious. Or napping (which I don't do nearly often enough).
This is Happiness people. This is pleasure and contentment.
What are you happy about?
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