Happiness is ...

Those block of legos, the chunk of playdough

The rainbow of colours, the stroke of pencils

The childlike demeanour I get to wear, the happiness I soak in

Happiness is being a mom.

The beautiful streets lined with trees, the early morning cold

The sound of my running feet, the breaking of dawn I witness,

The will I exude, the strength I gain

Happiness is running.

The beautiful rotating hoop, the moves I clumsily make,

The tricks I set to learn, the moves I am yet to grasp

The thrill that makes me jump, the learning curve I set out on

Happiness is hula hooping.

The smell of pages, the feel of a book in hand,

The characters that talk, the stories that build,

The joy that sets in, the excitement of turning to the last page

Happiness is reading a book.

The hours spent talking, the coffees and the dinners,

The laughs galore, the roller coaster of emotions,

The luck to have friends to share with, the strength that friends give

Happiness is having friends.

The choices I make, the mistakes I do

The perspectives I have, the understanding I do

The stubbornness I am proud of, the arrogance that I am

Happiness is being ME.

Happiness is an inside job.