It’s funny how one’s version of happiness changes with age. Of course, there are the big things too, like good health, good weather, a thriving family, and peace. But we learn, after decades, that it’s the little things that make us smile. At the risk of sounding like a soppy greeting card, happiness is—
• The ability to zip up and snap closed your jeans, even after a turkey burger with fries (hold the mayo), and without wincing.
• The proximity of a clean women’s restroom, no matter where you are.
• A retired husband who cooks—and is good at it.
• Grandchildren whose faces still light up when you come over (even if it’s really in anticipation of whatever little gift you brought this time).
• Nothing at all to do, but just for a little while, long enough to relax but not so long that ennui sets in.
• Lunch out with old friends—who look across the table at you and still see the young woman you were.
• Dinner out with old or new friends. Evening lighting in a restaurant is flattering, especially when candlelight is involved.
• Breakfast out anywhere, anytime, with almost anybody. Walker Brothers, anyone?
• Having friends and acquaintances comment to me after reading these posts. (Good comments, so far, but you never know…)