I think one of the most basic needs of everyone on Earth, after food and shelter, is to be happy. My dad said something quite profound in one of his emails from India. He was talking about how poor so many people in India are but who is to say that they aren't happy? He was astounded by how kind and polite everyone is there, no matter what their socioeconomic status happens to be.
I often look down on people because they happen to have different goals than I have. Like their priorities are a fancy car or nice clothing or lots of kids' toys or the latest-and-greatest electronic instead of a vehicle they can afford or simple clothes and toys or a plain old TV that works just fine. But who am I to judge whether these things bring them happiness or not? They wouldn't bring me happiness but I'm not the one going and getting the fancy car now am I? I know what brings me happiness and it has nothing to do with the things I have; nothing to do with where I live or how I was raised.
Happiness comes to me through my husband and my children. Every day I am blessed by being able to wake up to the sound of little feet running into my room and the question, "Is it morning time yet Mummy?". I get to peer over the side of the crib to a sweet baby face smiling innocently back at me, just because he's happy to see me. Every day at 1:00 I can nuzzle my husband goodbye as he walks out the front door to head off to work. We are lucky to have one another.
We are so lucky to be so happy.
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