I am ridiculously happy.
My backyard smells like honeysuckle and there is nothing, save the smell of my children after a bath, that smells as delicious as honeysuckle. My husband cut the grass this weekend. Our yard looks tidy and smells like heaven. This afternoon Aubrey, my six-year-old, made snacks for her two younger sisters and took them outside to play while I folded clothes in the laundry room that overlooks their playhouse.
I have clean, crisp sheets on my bed.
Hubs did our taxes last night and we are getting money back. (WOOT!)
I sent my edited manuscript to my agent yesterday and all of my freelance assignments are up to date.
And I just spent 45 minutes, okay fine, a full hour, rocking my two-year-old to sleep. Sadie is the squishiest, sweetest baby on the planet. She curled up against me while we listened to Allison Krauss via Pandora on my iPhone and I sang along. Every once in awhile she would sing with me, or lean up to kiss me or say, “Dat’s MY mommy,” and pat me on the shoulder.
“Here Comes the Sun” by The Beatles starting playing on my phone and Sadie said, “OH! Dat’s my pay-bor-it song, Momma!”
Sometimes, it’s the little things in life that make you happy and I’m thankful to have so many little things piling up around me at once.
Tonight I’ll be sleeping in clean sheets with a fresh sprig of honeysuckle on my night table and this makes me ridiculously happy.
What is something simple that makes you ridiculously happy?