“You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.” ― Albert Camus

Watching Fynn kiss and hug Mia before bedtime.

Snuggling with Fynn in the big bed when Nate is traveling.

Waking up to Fynn asking, “Where’s Mia?”

Mia’s smiles and coos.

The baby powder smell of Pampers Swaddlers.

Mia playing on my right while Fynn lays his head on my lap and watches a movie on my left.

The way Mia looks at me. Her smile.

Watching Mia learn something new.

Fynn giving Eskimo kisses.

Listening to Fynn say his alphabet. “O is for Boboe.” (He’s a double-reed guy too apparently.)

Reading a book in bed at 2 AM with Mia in her crib next to the bed and Fynn and Nate sleeping next to me. Their soft inhales and exhales.

The excited feeling I get when Nate’s name pops up on my phone.

Talking to my friends on instant messenger during the day.

Reading Shakespearean sonnets to my daughter because she likes to hear my voice and it’s what I like to read aloud.

Reading Fynn’s favorite bedtime stories and laughing when he picks the longest book.

Listening to Nate tip toe around the bedroom in the morning when he thinks I’m still sleeping.

Fynn screaming “Daddy!” when Nate comes home from work.

Just a few of the things that make me happy.

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