Today, as tired as I am and ready for the day to be over already, my little happiness is my Mother/Daughter coffee mug. I love that mug. My Gramma gave it to me as a gift the day my eldest daughter was born. It’s 11 years old and there isn’t one chip in that mug, not one single imperfection. It doesn’t match any other mug, and I don’t care. It makes me happy. It makes me think of my daughter but it also makes me think of my Gram. ❤
Another morning happiness was getting to see new pictures of my 7-week old niece. She’s so sweet and precious. I get to see her again this weekend for her Christening. I’m her Godmother, and that’s worth a whole bouquet of roses.