Happiness is walking into my sons' room, feeling the warm sunlight shining through the curtains.
Looking down upon my sleeping 4 yr. old.
Happiness is deciding the laundry I am holding, can wait.
Happiness is laying down next to my sleeping boy. Snuggling close as the smell of little boy--mixture of sweat, grass, peanut butter and just a wisp of baby--fills my senses.
Happiness is when my boy snuggles right back and whispers "I love you, mommy".
Happiness is when we both drift off to sleep.
Happiness is believing this moment will last forever.