Happiness is ...

I was out in my yard Monday afternoon, enjoying the gorgeous spring weather.

My husband was busy hammering away on our barn. Sam and I planted some seeds to grow flowers in a little garden, and then we wandered down to the creek at the edge of our property to fill our watering cans so we could water the seeds. And Mojo, our crazy little puppy, was running around like -- well, a crazy puppy, his skinny tongue lolling out of his mouth and his floppy black ears blown back as he ran in circles.

I sat and watched as Mojo ran full steam at Sam, then darted to one side at the last millisecond, just missing her as she stood with a green, too-big watering can, giving our ailing weeping willow tree its 12th drink in five minutes.

It was happiness. It is one of those times I'll hold on to and remember when Sam's grown and I'm old and I can't remember what makes life so darn great.