Joys of my life

There is nothing that brings me joy more than the smiles and giggles from my boys. OK, maybe that is an exaggeration, but you understand. I love when I tickle Gavin and he breaks out in that full belly, throaty laugh. It is contagious. Once Gavin starts laughing, everyone in the household laughs. Logan usually wants in on the action. At this point, he either wants to be tickled too, or he wants to tickle his brother. He likes to make him laugh.
Lately, Logan has been a source of laughter. He is just learning the arts of communication and humor. We were out and about the other day when Logan and Aric had a conversation that made us all laugh. It went something like this:
Logan, "Deah-yee" , Aric, "What?" , Logan, "Deah-yee" , Aric, "What?" , Logan, "Deah-yee" , Aric, "What?" , Logan, "Deah-yee" , Aric, "Logan" , Logan, "What?"

It made me laugh. Then today I smashed my finger in a door. While that was not a laughing matter, the conversation that followed was. It went something like this:
(Mommy nearly jumping up and down trying not to curse)
Logan, "Happen, Mah-nee?", "Happen?"
Me, "Mommy smashed her finger and got a bad owie."
Logan, "es OK Mah-nee.", "OK, Happy Mah-nee".
I couldn't help but chuckle. In my mind I was saying, "If only." Yet, at the same time, it gave me something to think about. Maybe it is that simple. Maybe we should just choose to be happy. Maybe when the bible talks about becoming like children, this is part of it. Children show their happiness and joy without reserve. So maybe, in this world where we are surrounded by grief and distress, it is ok to be "Happy Mah-nee". It is ok to look at the blessings and focus on the positive.
Now, I am not talking about shoving your emotions away and disregarding true feelings. I'm not. What I am saying is that even when things are not perfect, we can still choose joy. We can, in hard circumstances, choose to look to the small blessings that are around us. That being said, this Mah-nee (Mommy) is going to choose happy.