

Happiness for me is not fireworks and loud applause. It is the morning light through the curtains, a cup of warm coffee when you are not in a hurry, and someone's warm gaze beside you. It's the calm inside when you feel like everything is going your way. When you have someone to hug, someone to text just “how's your day going?” and know you're welcome and remembered. Happiness is when I can be myself. In a dress or not, with my hair loose or a mess - and still be loved, understood, heard. It lives in little things, in attention, in sincerity and in the feeling that there is a person with whom you want to share even silence. And how do you see happiness yourself? Don't tell me it's pizza and plaid - or will you? 😉