Thursday, June 23, 2011


I had a teacher in middle school that said "happies" for anything that made you happy that day. "Happies" was a noun. As in, "What are your 'happies' for the day?"

I thought about that this morning as I was getting dressed. It was a bright morning; the sun was peeking through our curtains in our bedroom, I didn't hear Brandon's alarm go off, and he came and sat on the bed all dressed and ready for work (mmm, I love the way his cologne smells) and kissed me goodbye. I was barely awake, but I smiled. Happy #1.

Then, I went to make my coffee. After that first sip, I realized, "Holy cow, this coffee is good." (Starbucks Pike Place Roast, if you're wondering.) Happy #2. Then I remembered that Brandon picked it up on a whim when he was at Starbucks. Happy #3. And then I looked at my cute little 'B' mug and realized how much I love drinking coffee...ahem, good coffee...out of it. Happy #4.

{I'm racking up these happies like a cash register. Ca-ching, ca-ching!)

Today is my Friday, so I'm generally in a much better mood than I would be on any given Friday. Is that a movie? Wait, no. That's Any Given Sunday. Never mind. I never saw that movie, anyway. Happy #6: Friday PTO.

Happy #7? My Tom Thumb-purchased peony that's blooming like crazy. Not even kidding, I left for work on Tuesday and it was still somewhat closed. I got home Tuesday night and it was like all bursting and open like this. Beautiful. 

{My peonies in the living room, however? They need some help. Bloom, peonies, bloom!} 

Figuring out these "happies" is kind of like writing down what you eat: it makes you really realize it, and makes you thankful for what you have in your life, whether it be small things (blooming peonies) or big things (a husband whose love is unconditional, when sometimes, frankly, I don't know how he doesn't smack me sometimes).

Speaking of being thankful for your family (whether they're friends-that-are-family or family-that-are-friends), my aunt's father figure passed away on Monday from an unexpected heart attack. Please keep her in your prayers, will you?

I didn't know about this death until just a bit ago, but as I was driving to work this morning, I was listening {for the 100th time} to "This Little Light of Mine" by Addison Road. In the song, there's a part that goes:

In this life you will know
Love and pain
Joy and sorrow
So when it hurts
When times get hard
Don't forget whose child you are

Sounds so simple, doesn't it? But that's just it. It is simple: our life is going to throw us so much love. So much pain. So much joy. And so much sorrow. It's inevidible. It's going to happen. But when it life gets hard, remember who you can turn to. My Grammy always told me, "Remember who you are and whose you are. You are a child of the King."

Happy Thursday, friends. Be inspired to find your "happies" today.

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