After reading an article from The Atlantic about how our definition of happiness changes with age, I know there are certain things that have and will always make me happy:
Happiness means having a pleasant conversation, however brief and whatever the subject may be, with someone whose company I enjoy but don’t see as often as I’d like.
Happiness comes from receiving unexpected notes of appreciation from those who don’t normally express those sentiments because I know then that they’re writing in earnest.
Happiness is receiving a warm hug from someone you care about for the first time, even if to say farewell.
What does happiness mean to you?
|Me (left) and my sissy (right) at Philly's Love Park|