My Happiness - Day 12 - Photo A Day May

These pictures are what make me happy. Not just the pictures but the people in them. My husband is watching our grandsons sitting on his Harley. Jaxon is the one in front. He LOVES motorcycles- his second birthday party had a Harley theme. He has a pedal motorcycle and an electric one. Most of his clothes have some kind of “vroom vroom” on them. Every morning he has to stop and kiss “Clemtime” (his version of Clementine – the name of my husband’s Harley.) If I don’t allow him to do this, I hear about it all the way to daycare. He watches any and all television show that has a motorcycle on it. In other words, he is OBSESSED with motorcycles.

Miles is the one in back. He has only seen motorcycles a couple of times. He has been on one just once before. At first he wasn’t really sure if he wanted to be on this one or not. When he saw Jaxon on it, he decided that it was okay. And then when the music was turned on – he was a happy little boy! This picture was taken on a surprise visit. I didn’t know for sure if he was going to be here that day. Jaxon was already here, so Miles coming really made my day.

The other picture is Olivia. I can’t wait for her to get here in June. She will be my first granddaughter. I have already bought her tons of clothes and bedding and other things in pink. It’s my first chance in over twenty years to be able to buy pink! Little girl clothes are just too adorable. It’s not that boys clothes aren’t – they are just not AS cute as little girls. They don’t have all the lace and frills. I can’t wait to do little girl things with her. Tea parties. Fingernail polish. Dolls. All the things I did with my girls when they were little. Now, she could be more like her Mama and want to do all the things the boys do –be a little daredevil tomboy. That would just mean I get to go to baseball and football games, buy more toy cars and motorcycles and find girl clothes that will go with a tomboy personality. That will be just as fun!

The man watching over the boys is my husband. He is my best friend. The one I can tell everything to. He takes care of me when I need him and goes out of his way to do great things for our kids and grandkids. I met him about a year after my divorce. He was sweet and kind and fun to be around. I thought it was pretty cool when he told me that he didn’t want me to meet his kids at first – he had just gone through a tough divorce and they had too. He didn’t want to introduce them to someone new who might not stick around. It showed me that he cared about his kids and their well-being. As I have been with him, I have found that he treats my girls as if he had raised them from birth. He loves them as much as he loves his own two. We don’t have your kids and my kids – we have our kids.

The people in these pictures are what make me happy. Of course, that includes the ones that aren’t shown – my daughters and sons-in-law. My son. The rest of my family. But these are a good example of my family – and they are what make me happy.