Happiness

Happiness was when my mother and grandmother and GreatGrandmother all would sit out on the front porch in the afternoon while I sat on the ground in front of them and tended the flowerbeds I planted for their enjoyment. We all visited about kids, and everyday things, had wonderful conversations! Everything with love.

Happiness is the smell of a horse, saddle leather, the closeness of a being who could hurt you, but chooses to love you and wants to be right where you are.

Happiness is knowing that when I’m in the pasture with horses, I feel no pain or cold and I can breathe normally and my friends, horses, love me still the same.