I thought happiness came from money, or being liked, or having the right shoes. If i could be slimmer, taller, not have spots, maybe if I had longer hair, a better job, nice places to live.
As I have gotten older I have learnt that actually none of that matters.
Happiness was the feeling I had when I looked into my husbands eyes as we said "i do".
Happiness was how i felt when I 1st held my son.
Happiness is laughing so hard with a joke only me and my sister get, or having a glass of wine in a hot bubble bath.
Happiness to me is getting up and loving what I do, with the people I love, maybe with a nice glass of wine in hand!