get back to happy

How many of us, if we were asked how we are would say that we are happy? "I am happy."

I met a guy once, who every time I asked him how he was he would say "so blessed!" with a huge grin on his face. I LOVED asking him how he was. Because I knew he was like me, and had good days, and bad days, but his answer suited both.

What's it like to be that person?

I'd like to know.

Instead of spilling out every single stupid thing that is bothering me, if I would have the patience and thoughtfulness of other people to just say the truthful and sincere things what would kind of person would that make me?

I'm not talking about always pretending I'm happy.

Or always acting like my life is terrible.

If anything just so much less of the latter.



It's gray outside. The kind that drips it's color onto everything else and makes you feel cold when you look at it. It's beautiful too.

Yesterday we painted grace's room! It's so pretty! And I started assembling the changing table. I still feel like there is so much to do before she gets here. I have nightmares about going into labor early and for breakfast I ate vanilla almond granola. okay and animal crackers. I read this and it changed my day. You should read it if you get a chance.


What is your gray day bringing you?