Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy

What does happiness look like to me?  My mind immediately goes to a thousand different things.  Happiness is watching my husband teach our youngest daughter to play billiards.  Happiness is seeing her smiling face looking up at her Daddy, because he is the best and brightest shining star in her young life, and she knows…

If you can’t say something nice …

… don’t say anything at all.  How many times did we all hear that growing up?  Our natural instinct is to criticize others, to point out their faults and shortcomings, usually while ignoring our own. “But Mom,” we may have protested, “I was just being honest!” Truth or Dare?  Is it possible to be too…