Happiness Is

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It is a lazy Sunday morning; it is a warm spring day. The girls are squealing at each other as they run through the sprinkler enjoying the feel of icy water on sun warmed skin. The kettle is boiling, the dishwasher is thumping, and the washing machine is hissing the housework never stops. The Mauritian is slouched on the sofa listening to “Ole Blue Eyes” as he beseeches “Come Fly with Me” through custom-built loudspeakers. I should be attending to the mountain of unsorted laundry that has accumulated this past week but such gorgeous weather finds me outside in the sun reflecting on life and living. I should be playing mother and satisfying the hunger of my two children but I am too content to move. I would not have believed it if I had been told that one day I would be this happy, that life, as complicated as it is, would ever be this good.

Now don’t get me wrong there are days when I could quite easily chuck it all in and become a hermit. There are times when things are just too hard to cope with or I feel like a hamster going nowhere fast.  Then today happens and I realise for all its hardships, negatives and let downs my life is darn near perfect. I mean look at me, I’ve been married for fifteen years to the man I’ve known for more than half my life and I love him more with every passing moment. We have a Butterfly and a Lollipop who are reflections of us and yet completely new people. I never knew I had the capacity to love like I love my children. I’m a housewife and proud to be it even though I’m a useless cook and I absolutely detest ironing. We live in an awesome part of a beautiful country even if it is miles away from family and old friends and rains most of the time. I don’t have everything I want but I want for nothing and sure there are things we can improve but if there wasn't we wouldn’t be perfection in progress.
 
I just have to say it; I truly do love my life!
I love the fact that while I am trying to concentrate and come up with something profound and thought provoking to “blog” my Butterfly looks over my shoulder and starts reading what I’ve typed out loud without hesitation or mispronunciation.
I love the way the Lollipop puts her “Sega” top down the drain and then tries to hide behind me while her Papa lectures her about why she shouldn’t do it then tells me to smack him because he was naughty.
I love how every Sunday afternoon my house is permeated with the sickly smell of curry spices as the Mauritian experiments with yet another curry recipe.
I love the short hot summers and the long cold winters that World’s End endures year after year.
I love the monotonous predictability of our weeks that are topped off by the spontaneity and originality of the weekends.
I love knowing that every time we get into the car for a Sunday drive we’ll see something new and every new person we meet has the potential to be a new friend.
If that’s not perfection then I don’t know what could be.
 
It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon; it’s a warm and breezy spring day. The girls have made beds out of the garden chairs and are basking in the sunshine. The kettle is still boiling for yet another pot of tea, the housework is still not complete. The Mauritian is at his post in the kitchen and Melissa has begun where “Ole blue eyes” ended. It’s now time to leave the reflection for another day. It’s now time to conquer Mt. Laundry and be a mother to my children. It’s time to continue living the life I love.

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