Happiness is Family

 I’m heading out to Denver tomorrow, to stay with my brother. I'll have the opportunity to visit with my sons. What joy! I’m a Denver native, and it’s always such a joy to go “home”. The views of the Rocky Mountains always thrill me, and although it will be cloudy for the first part of my time, the skies are never grey for long. We’ll be taking a drive up to see the golden aspens, if the leaves will wait for me.

I love where I live now, but going back to where I grew up always feels like a return to the warmth and love of what makes a home. Seeing my nearest and dearest warms my heart, and keeps me going. I love seeing how my grown sons are sorting out their lives, finding the things which warm their hearts. It certainly hasn’t been all sunshine and roses—who has a life like that?—so watching them navigate their own paths is wonderfully fascinating.

My brother and I will simply enjoy each other’s company. I’m bringing a Boggle game to challenge him with, since all the siblings enjoy comparing Wordle scores every morning. Games, laughter, possibly tears, and fun movies and tv are the plan of action. Sometimes, nothing more needs to be done. The simple enjoyment of good company is enough.

So, while sometimes happiness is a warm cinnamon roll, the deeper and truer happiness is in truly loving one’s family. Today I’m very grateful to have that.