Feeling perfectly happy in an imperfect world

When my family is together, and there is banter and laughter and happy chaotic noise

when I am in a beautiful place, a place I never believed I would see with my own eyes

when a child I teach, reads his/her first few words and gets that look of pure incredulity

when my grandchild hugs me with the unconditional love of a child

when my frail mother tells me a story I have heard a million times

when my husband brings me a cup of tea to wake me up and plants a kiss on my nose

when I see my adult children happy and loved and living their own lives

when a song triggers a special memory of my dad or brother who have died

when my siblings and I revert to our childhood

when my friend and I don’t need words, just a look

When something I’ve done or said or written or sung makes someone smile

I am perfectly happy! There is nothing more that could make that moment any better.

When regrets and disappointments in life’s and in my own imperfections get me down; I think on the hundreds of perfectly happy moments that are in my day and realise that it’s a pretty perfect life after all!