Right By Yourself

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 416^th 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.