Measure of Happiness

What does it takes to make me happy?

Not much actually.

A gathering of friends that I regularly meet and those I’m meeting for the first time, sitting together exchanging stories with each other.

An unselfish act of sharing a birthday celebration party when by doing so means that the party will no longer be uniquely theirs anymore.

A selfless sacrifice to organize a such successful and memorable night without even a thought of himself.

Great food both store bought and home made to be savored and appreciated.

The sharing of stories both new and old that gives more insight into the love and lives of the people around you.

Jokes and laughter filling up the room with the sounds of happiness.

A warm hug to tell me how much I am appreciated.

Catching sight of a smile and a lingering look from across the room when no one was looking in hopes that the other person was thinking the same thing you were.

(pic courtesy of Crewcut's FB photo album)

Being able to experience only one of the above would sufficient to make me happy but to have it all in one occasion simply left me overwhelmed by it all. Trying so hard to take it all it, I found it next to impossible to try to convey how meaningful it was all for me that night. It was definitely a night that I will remember and cherish for a long,long time.

Thank you for sacrificing your time to organize the party. Thank you for those who were able to make it to the party, both near and far, and for the wishes for those that would not make it. Thank you for the great food both thoughtfully bought or lovingly made. Thank you for the great time and even better company. Thank you for including me into part of your lives even for just that night and sharing the bounty of joy with me.

Looking around from cloud nine where I’ve been stuck on since Saturday, it’s amazing how wonderful everything is.