Much like Echo, my happy place is more a series of moments, little tidbits that make up an overflowing pool of happiness within me. Some are memories, some are actual places, some are dreams yet to be fulfilled, and some are the moments in my days that chase the dark away. These are the things I would think about if I were to fly with Peter Pan.
It’s a cozy chair, a mug of hot tea, a fuzzy blanket, and a good book.
It’s the joy and excitement my little doggy shows when we ask if he wants to go for a ride.
It’s looking into my newborn son’s eyes and seeing my future gazing back at me.
It’s an afternoon in the park, sprawled on a blanket under the sun. A picnic lunch after a trip to the library.
It’s the memory of a drawled, “Hello, dawlin.” and the feeling of knowing someone cares.
It’s a bubble bath, scented candles, and soft music playing.
It’s text messages from my son, little glimpses at his life away from me. It’s him telling me he loves and misses me.
It’s the kisses goodbye as Scotty leaves for work, and the kisses hello when he gets home in the evenings. It’s the texts throughout his day that let me know he’s thinking of me.
It’s an afternoon on the banks of the Puget Sound, a first date with a man my heart had known always.
It’s boardgames, Mario Kart, and popcorn and M&M’s.
It’s nights at Denny’s, sipping hot cocoa and getting to know each other.
It’s all the little things he does to make my life easier.
It’s afternoon naps with my doggy.
It’s hours long chats with the sisters of my heart. The talks about music, writing, life, and more that always leave me feeling loved and inspired.
It’s waking up each day and going to bed each night knowing I am loved, even when I don’t feel very lovable.
What is your happy place? Where do you go when you need a smile?