Writing about what makes me happy is difficult, it's pure joy when it arrives but once the moment has passed, it's as if it has been wiped from my memory.

• sitting on the porch overlooking Guilford Lake with a book, a hot drink, or a craft to occupy my thoughts
• seeing friends - especially those I live far away from. the older we grow, the more I realize how sweet our friendships are; we are not always available at beck and call, so the fact that we DO text, spontaneously Facetime, or make plans to visit each other only sweetens the beauty of the relationship
• seeing my mother
• making my sibling laugh