I came across a meme asking participants to name six unimportant things that make them happy. I thought about that for a minute or two and then realized nothing that makes me happy is unimportant to me. That got me thinking of the ordinary things that make me happy just because they are there.
1. Remembering my Grandmother. She was a lovely, lovely lady. She loved me and accepted me when I was a teenager. I was a misfit and felt it to the bone, but it didn't matter when I was with her. She was good to me. We'd play cards, drive around, stroll the grocery store. It didn't matter. Her company was a treasure to me. She helped me feel good about myself when nothing else did.
2. Boxwood. The fragrance of a boxwood tree makes me think of my grandmother. One of her great gifts was a family history. She would tell me about her cousins and aunts and uncles and siblings and parents and neighbors. She had a boxwood under a living room window, and the fragrance would fill the living room on a summer night. The smell of a boxwood reminds me there is a bigger story. And I am a part of it.
3. The doll that sits in my front hall and belonged to my grandmother when she was a child. It reminds me that life goes on and on, that we are durable, that we really don't know what part of our story will continue, so we better make it good.
4. My daughter. Who was born 17 years to the day my Gram left this world and is the joy and love of my life.
5. The geese down the road. They remind me life goes on and show me what is possible with a little cooperation as mother and father shepherd the babies around with love and care and fierce protectiveness. Beautiful thing.
6; Coffee. Of course.
Sandy Carlson Social