my Happy is

just read mr brown's mrbrown and the Happy  and felt inspired to write my own.

Happy is when you make someone's birthday special. knowing that she doesn't quite like butter cakes, i scrapped the idea of making her cupcakes. who says birthdays have to celebrated with cakes anyway? i made her two boxes of sushi rolls and was rewarded with the light in her eyes. her tight grasp of my hands said it all.

Happy is when you hear the sound of the waves, the chirping of the birds and the quiet background sounds of the park as the sun caresses your sunblocked face. 

Happy is when your daughter comes to you at any time of the day and demands: hug me.

Happy is when your other daughter comes to you during the weekends and demands: sit with me.

Happy is when your soulmate guffaws at your lame jokes.

Happy is when you guffaw at his lame-r jokes and he marvels that he is still able to make you laugh after all these years.

Happy is when you call your mother across the miles and her voice still comes across strong and normal. and Happy is when your father still yells into the phone cos he forgets to use his good ear sometimes.

Happy is when your cooking is enjoyed and appreciated by your family. 

Happy is when you skip out of the onco's office with a clean bill of health. and then go shopping/eating alone to celebrate.

this is by no means an exhaustive list but i shall end this post with:

Happy-est is being able to give thanks for love, life and health.