The lovely Sarah at Twins Make Five nominated me for this tag. I really love her blog, do pop along for a visit if you haven’t already…you can find Sarah’s 8 Photos of Happiness post here and visit her blog homepage here.
So the tag, choose 8 photos of happiness…really quite self-explanatory…And yet a couple of challenges have arisen. Firstly my photography skills are bordering on shambolic BUT I don’t think that really matters, you’ll all just have to stick with me and marvel in some cronky photographs. The biggest problem is actually that I don’t want to share photos on my blog of me, my family or friends. Hmm. Given that those things make me happiest (along with tea and chips) I was a bit stuck for a moment.
But, fear not. I’ve got a solution. I’m happy when my son is happy so here are some of the things that, for now, make him happy and therefore make me happy too.
WINDMILL ALLEY (aka the M1)
More specifically Junction 17 – 21a. The windmill fascination includes and extends to windmills with sails, wind farms, weather vanes, ceiling fans, marine radars…anything that goes round and round really. All marvellous, but as single entities fail to produce the level of excitement experienced by Windmill Alley. Excitement that manifests itself, after squeals and exclamations of ‘my love windmills!’, by one finger placed firmly on the end of his nose until Windmill Alley is dispatched with and we are back to boring old M1 with maybe the odd pylon – ‘my like pylons’.
Since first drafting this post, we have discovered a second Windmill Alley in Cornwall. Again finger pressed firmly on nose. Whhhyy??
Precious friends each and every one! But also my son, like most little people I imagine, is at his absolute happiest surrounded by his real-life loved ones. His aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, friends and parents.
Ball games, running races, scooter riding, flower smelling, soil digging, lawn mowing, ‘Run Rabbit’ round the hedges, spider spotting, bee watching, snail seeking, puddle splashing, pond dipping and ‘jungle’ adventuring. He’s happy outside.
I’ve mentioned before that my son loves clocks. He used to make an incoherent noise at a particular road junction next to a clock tower and the noise turned into one of his first words which turned out to be clock. He closely followed ‘clock’ with ‘tick tock’. No ‘Mummy’, no ‘Daddy’ but ‘tick tock clock’.
If I ask my son what he would like to do today, the answer is almost always ‘deedide’. Yes the seaside is his happy place. Where else can you eat sand and throw stones to your hearts content while castle building, picnicking and spotting boats, helicopters and potentially (but sadly, for him, almost never) hovercrafts.
There isn’t really a picture that sums this one up. There are so, so many more things that make my son happy – tractors, the moon, dogs, farms, pizza, lorries, motorbikes, sunflowers, pens, buses, trains, boats – the list is endless. I just think that life makes my son happy. I’m sure that all babies and young children, if nurtured, are predisposed to being happy. They wake up and are happy…yes things make them sad and grumpy (sooo grumpy), but ultimately happy is the ruler. Life is full of happy when you’re two and if you’re loved.
The rules are that I now tag fellow bloggers but I’m just going to say that if you fancy doing this please consider yourself tagged.
And to everyone reading this, I encourage you to have a think of your moments of happiness…all the ones that have been and all the ones that make repeat visits to you each day. It’s a lovely thing to do.