Happiness

It's a bit overshadowed these days, don't you think? Happiness, that is. Like, there's so much junk in the world and everywhere you look there's another person going to jail or another kid getting bullied or another family falling apart. Do you ever look at the world and wonder if there are any happy people left?

I don't know why I've been thinking about this so much lately. I think it was Oprah. When Will was home on Labor Day he had the US Open on, and after it was over Oprah came on. I can't even remember what the show was about, but I remember thinking "Oprah should do a show about happy people. Just to prove that there are some still out there."

And I would volunteer to be a guest.

And I would explain to Oprah that I love my life. As many things as I find to complain about, I am truly happy in my life. I love my husband, and he loves me too. And I'm not naive enough that I don't realize just how significant that is. I love and enjoy my children. I feel lucky/fortunate/blessed in nearly every aspect of my life. Seriously, everything. I mean, honestly, how can you not love your life when you come across scenes like this in the course of your day:

Just taking her pet sister for a walk, I guess. I don't know. Anyway, food for thought today. Maybe something tragic is just around the corner and I will need this reminder then. Not pessimistic, am I?