Happiness: the state of being happy. That's the literal definition, but what is the personal one? The definition of happiness isn't a one size fits all. We ourselves, our likes, loves and guilty pleasures define our own happiness. Here is my definition.
My family. My mom coloring with me on the living room floor, then listening to a set list of songs I had prepared for her. My dad building bird houses with me in the garage, and then taking me to fish or ride bikes. My brother kicking my butt in video games in his room, then going outside to jump on the trampoline with me. My grandma painting my nails in the bathroom, then making me cat shaped pancakes. My cousins running around in our grandpas T-shirts outside, then swinging on the tire swing until the sun went down. These memories are close to my heart, and always bring a smile to my face.
Random things that make me happy. Going to see a movie, going into PetCo, eating ice cream like anytime of the day, buying new makeup and playing with it afterwards, coming home to my cat and cuddling with her, and getting to take a bubble bath. Anything with potato, cream cheese, or chocolate makes me drool, which means I'm happy. Good books, long naps, comfy pants, loud music, artsy crafts, cuddly cats, and funny videos can all be added to the list.
There are a few special things I hold close to my heart, and are the driving force of my happiness. My Mom and Dad, for always supporting me and letting me be myself. For loving me regardless of how much of a pain I can be. My boyfriend, Jake, for seeing the goofy side of me and loving me more because of it. For always making me laugh and doing all the things I love even if that means watching the 30-minute cat video again.
My Big, for making me feel so special and being not only a role model, but also my friend. For eating taffy and cheese tots with me and loving makeup as much as I do. My sisters for always having my back and willing to make memories with me at any time, even 3:30 in the morning. For pushing me to be a better person and believing in me every step of the way. My hometown friends for being with me since the beginning and shaping the person I am today. For doing the stupid things with me, and staying my friend through all my weird middle school phases.
All of these memories, things and people don't even begin to spell out my definition of happiness, but that's okay because I'm still building it every day. I have a lot more life to live, places to go, people to meet, and things to discover. I'll keep creating my personal definition, and keep searching for the little things that make me smile.
