We have a happiness jar sitting on our kitchen counter, a glass apothecary number to hold notes and momentos of special times shared. It’s currently filled with chocolate and while they certainly provide moments of happiness, they’re generally temporary, especially if I add inches to the waistline because of said indulgences. So until we begin adding pieces of paper instead of chocolate, I thought this would make for a special place to highlight some of our ordinary, yet magical moments.
Like spending the mornings with Davey after a long 12 1/2 hour shift at the hospital. We sip our coffees while listening to jazz or Jack Johnson radio, blow millions of tiny bubbles, and take turns making Hannah laugh. Il bel far niente.
After such a harsh, cold winter, I can’t remember a time I’ve longed to be outside more! Ever since the weather broke, I’ve donned my blue Nikes and baby carrier and hit the pavement. Hannah loves the great outdoors. One of her favorite watering holes is the local park so she can watch the children laugh and play. She flails her arms and legs in unbridled excitement, loudly and happily verbalizing her intense desire to join the other kids.
And there’s just something special about grabbing an ice cream in town, dontcha think?
A couple of weeks ago, Hannah belted out a two-syllable mama followed by a string of babble in an effort to convey hunger and exhaustion. My heart turned to butter as she repeated her passionate plea. Mama, blah blah blah. It’s a beautiful mantra she’s continued ever since and my heart melts every time.
Davey and I both love taking front row seats to the most amazing performance we’ve yet to experience:
Oh yesterday evening, how I loved thee. Davey and I read and discussed passages from Brene Brown’s Daring Greatly. I love participating in soulful dialogue with my husband. It’s one of my favorite things.
Well that’s a start, you guys. A few momentos I can throw in the ole happiness jar to read on New Year’s Eve or when I’m having a rough day. Just a handful of random and simple moments that might otherwise be forgotten and yet bring infinite comfort.
Blessings from my jar to yours!