This weekend, we went to Scott’s parents’ town for some friends’ wedding social (think of it as a fundraising engagement party?). C was THRILLED to stay at their place. There was a dog! And a cat! And the TV was always on! And even Uncle A was there! While that made it a bit of a disaster at bedtime, there was a clear moment when it was obviously worth it. Sunday morning, as she was eating breakfast (toast with peanut butter that had sugar and salt in it… none of this “organic one ingredient peanut butter” her parents force her to eat), she clutched a piece of bread in her little hands, scrunched up her face into the biggest, goofiest smile, and said: “happy”.
There are, undoubtedly times, when we adults are happy. There are many times that we look back at moments and judge them as “good” memories. But when we’re in the moment, we’re not taking the time to think: “hey, I’m happy” and so we’re not taking the time to actually say: “hey, I’m happy”. While it’s all fine and good to reflect on the times that we’re happy, passing judgement on them after they’ve already happened, maybe this world would be a happier place if we all just shouted out “Happy!” the first moment we feel it.