Happiness Changes as We Age

Just like the trees

Laura DeMaisBerg
Crow’s Feet

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Photo by sterlinglanier Lanier on Unsplash

My neighbor’s eight-year-old grandson is visiting for three weeks. Every time I see him, he is smiling. He’s happy and smiling when he goes to walk the dog with his grandpa. He’s happy and smiling when he hops into the car to go grocery shopping with his grandma. Last night I’d just made a batch of molasses cookies and I saw him outside with a bag of Chips Ahoy. I shouted, “Hey, you…

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Laura DeMaisBerg
Crow’s Feet

I write about seemingly mundane experiences that are relatable because we are human. Subscribe on Substack to get my stories directly: lauramc.sub-stack.com