I’m feeling joyous today. Simply happy. I’m having trouble suppressing a smile. The sun is shining, the first of our family summer vacations is next week, I’m going for a pedicure with my mom tomorrow night. Life is good.
You seemed to really enjoy the last time we shared our happy thoughts, so let’s do it again. Here’s how I described it last time, in case you missed it:
I’d like to know what’s going on in your life today that makes you happy. What’s worthy of commentary? What are you proud of? Why do you (or someone you know) deserve a pat on the back? Share an anecdote of how life is good in your little corner of the universe right about now.
Mine is small, but I’m very pleased. Simon is officially sootherless. Yay! You know what, it was so easy. The day after I posted about it last week, Simon again forgot to ask for his soother at bedtime. The next night, when he asked for it I told him we didn’t know where it was. He asked me to look in the usual spot where it ends up when we take it away in the morning and are to lazy to put it away properly in his room, and I lifted him up to show him it wasn’t there. I told him we’d look for it the next day. The next night, we couldn’t find it either. (Because it was hiding in my jewellery box, of all places.)
He never shed a tear, and did not once wake up looking for it. On the weekend, Beloved took the boys to Toys R Us and got him a special treat to compensate for his lost soothers – an Incredibles bubble blower that Simon has had his eye on for some time. And that was it! Simon asked for the soother last night, and Beloved reminded him that he’s a big boy now and doesn’t need a soother anymore, to which Simon replied, “Oh. Okay.” And that was it!
Okay, now it’s your turn. Brag, share, boast, celebrate. Big things or small things. What’s good in your life today?
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