Happiness Is...

“Morning, Amy!”

The little old lady, ball cap on top of her snowy head, waves at me. Three houses down, walks her little dog, a terrier of some sort, every morning. We just spoke for the first time two days ago and she remembers my name? What’s hers? Eeek! I don’t remember! Surely she has more years of thoughts in her head than I do. Aaagh.

“Good morning…” Smile, Amy! Maybe she won’t notice! “How are you?”

She smiles back. “Marge, honey. Call me Marge. I’m sure you’ve seen lots of new faces since you moved in. I’m fine, thank you. I wanted to tell you that your front porch is adorable! Just seeing it makes me happy.”

I never thought… Did I? Was I decorating my front door just for myself? My efforts have made someone else happy. 

And now, Marge’s words have made me happy.

What a great way to begin the day – for both of us!