I love my kids. They bring me indescribable happiness (most days, anyway). My son loves his sister. There is nothing better than big sis for playing and laughing. And how can that not bring everyone happiness? Teagan loves ballet class. This is beyond happiness. This is joy in its purest form. And how could I ever be part of all of this love and joy and happiness and not be part of the happiness, too? I watch my son's face light up when his sister enters the room. I watch my daughter leap and jump and plie and twirl. I watch my husband guide and teach and joke. I watch. And am fulfilled.
Happiness is... being a mom.