"Happiness isn't happiness without a violin-playing goat."

Happiness is

recovering from a migraine

and venturing outside

on a Sunday afternoon

into your newly mowed and raked yard

that your husband spent all Saturday working on

with a book tucked under your arm

and sitting in the gentle sun

in the clean, fresh, quiet January air

with your legs propped up

and your husband next to you

doing the same

each of you reading your creative nonfiction

and stopping every few paragraphs

to share with each other

what your books have to say about

miscarriage studies and the history of taxes in the Roman empire

yep.

that's the life.


[Title quote is from "Notting Hill"]