Happiness.

Just a little something I wrote for my birthday.

Try defining happiness... there is not a definition worthy of its meaning.
That's because besides the basic human desire of love its different for everyone.

a few things that make me happy...
ice cream in waffle cones
long drives
new melodies
convos with old friends
the smell of old and new books
a clean house
candle light
gardening
blankets
handmade gifts
sunshine on my face
all art
walking main streets
chai tea
old photos
family time
my husband's smile
hiking in the mountains
learning
perspective
friendships
being truthful
snail mail
imagination
reading
fresh snow
the memory of my grandparents
giving
laughing


There is something remarkable about having all your senses stimulated. I refuse to live a lifetime and not experience the spectrum of emotions that go along with it. I am not easily satisfied, I crave passion and expression along with simple moments. I want to look back at my life pleased that I swam when I could have drowned and I wasn't afraid to soar when I was given the chance. I want to be graceful but boldly unafraid....
We should always desire to develop our minds, learn as much as we can about ourselves and those we love. We are molded by our choices and the experiences we are given, but I truly believe the core of you remains the same.

The core of me just wants to be ridiculously happy...

today I am

xoxo
C