The one thing I've learned in my thirty-and-a-half years on this planet is that happiness does not lie in the Big Things. You don't achieve it by winning the lottery, or becoming famous, or getting That Job or That Man. You definitely don't find it in a shiny new iPad or flatscreen TV.
The joy of life is in the little things.
It is in watching peach juice dribble down Tiger's chin, from a peach we picked off a tree in our garden only moments before.
It's in observing her glee and curiosity as a bird bobs close to us as we sit on the grass.
It's in her wonder at the feel of tree bark beneath her little fingers.
It's in seeing her determination to get THAT toy, THAT book, THAT computer (whenever Mummy tries to get on it for a moment).
It's in sharing a cider with Daddy Bear, when Tiger is asleep for the day. It's in watching the tenderness on his face as he holds her while she falls asleep.
It is in watching Tiger bobbing up and down on her Granda's lap, pulling her Poppy's beard, riding horses with Gran or sharing a story with Grandma.
It's in seeing her meet her cousin for the first time, watching him stroke her face and her poke him in the ear.
It is seeing her form a tentative friendship with our cat.
It is her gazing up into her Great-Nan's blue eyes.
It's in her squeals of happiness and trembles of excitement at starting a new day.
Little things. Tiny happinesses. Moments that won't make the front page of the paper, or the television news or Wikipedia.
But they're the stuff of life. They are the moments that make up our memories and our souls.
Tiny things equal big happinesses.
The best thing of all, of course, is her smile, so big it seems sometimes that her little face can't contain it. The fact that, often, it's something I do that makes that glorious smile emerge?
That's the biggest happiness of all.
~ Love, Miss Cackle x
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