I don’t have anything to add today.
My baby daughter woke up in her crib to a smiling mommy,
with a camera phone in front of her face, for the 416th day in a
row. She is much happier than I am in
the morning, but she plants some of her happiness in me and I take it with me
for the rest of the day.
My patient husband woke up and went to spin class with his
mother, which made him happy. And he
still came home in time to help me get the baby ready and off to the
sitter. And that transferred some more
happiness in me, for me to feed on for the rest of the day.
I kept both of those happinesses to myself, I don’t like to
share my happiness at work. I keep it
safe and bottled up to enjoy only for myself.
Babies and husbands can make more happiness for me to leech, but I can’t
make any of my own extra so I harbor it in my own head and heart until the work
day is over.
I’m going to give some to my friends later, though, when I meet
them in the forest by the river. They
can have some of my smile around a campfire.
By then, I might have something to add.
So, while I haven’t added anything YET today, I plan to. And
that’s all that counts, sometimes.
