Finding My Happy

As Featured on Fig Lancaster

My handsome husband: "I can't tell you how much I love this and how much I missed hearing this"

Me: what? hearing what?

My handsome husband: "you're laughing again, really laughing"

I am happy and it feels so,  so good. When my husband said this to me, I stopped for a minute and I thought back. I have had happy moments but it really had been a while since I naturally just laughed but here I was dancing in my closet with my 4 year old as she told me stories, like only a 4 year old can and I was lost in my happy. 

This is why you have not heard from me.  This is why I have not written a thing. I am happy and I am busy and I am making up for lost time.

                                   I am Bowling!

       I am Playing Candy Land

I am Registering my Baby Bean for Kindergarten.

The past 8 months have been challenging and I have kept my chin up but admittedly, my smile was often forced.  

My daughter would tell me stories and I would cuddle her and I would smile and I would laugh for her, but I was laughing for her. I was laughing because I knew she needed me to laugh but it didn't come from my heart because all too often I was distracted and worried and well, just sad.

 Finally,  I am beginning to feel like myself.  I am slowly finding my wit.  I am trash talking with my sister during a competitive game of bowling.  I am waiting for the snow to melt so that we can finally get outside.  I am driving across town in my snow parka,  with my windows down and my music loud because it finally hit 50 degrees.  I am finding my happy in the contagious smiles of those around me.  

No Really,  just click the big purple box...see what happens.