Happiness.

I've found in life it ain't easy becoming happy. I have severe depression which makes it even harder for me to obtain happiness. I don't know why I have this depression but one thing I do know: For most of us, happiness is a choice. Even me.

Wait, don't I have severe depression? Yep. Then how am I, someone whose brain chemistry may be screwy, responsible for my own happiness? Simple. If indeed you do have clinical depression it is your responsibility to get help whether it is medication, counseling or whatever.

I'm responsible for my own happiness.

Baby steps.

My baby boy--ten months old now--is walking. Not consistently and usually with some encouragement (i.e. standing him up and pointing him toward Mommy or Grandma) but it still counts. I write this down to remember his baby days because he won't be a baby much longer.

His countenance is still what it has been since he was a month old: He's a happy little guy with an easy smile. This combined with his long, dark eyelashes (a blessing from Mom) gives him a striking appearance that melts my heart every time I look at him. I'm blessed.