I think I always knew, intellectually, that certain people must be happier than others, and that it must be nice to be one of those people, but until I saw it happen before my eyes, until Katie Dubs arrived on the scene, I never really understand it the way I understand it now.
I have never known a happier person. She just…came out that way. I tell everyone she is the happiest person I know, and she absolutely is. Joy oozes out her fingertips, I swear, and although she REALLY doesn’t like it if you take her blanket, and she is far from a pushover, she delights in life in way that endlessly amazes me.
The way she feels about this donut?
This is the same way that Katherine feels about puppies, Shaun the Sheep, her brother, cats, trucks, swings, elephants, horses, ducks, her cat piano, her dad, ice cream, pancakes, bottles of milk, swimming pools, horses, tutus, babies, flowers, brown bears and what they see, cake, Elmo, puddles, dinosaurs, blocks, carrots, slides, sand, the shoe aisle at Target,tissue paper, her special pink blanket, headbands, sunglasses, the musical stylings of Katy Perry, pretend tea, baby strollers, sidewalk chalk, butterflies, Hello Kitty, and also everything else on earth.
I was not lucky enough to be born beaming sunshine out my toes. I have my moments of happiness, but I didn’t get the happiness gene, I don’t think. And I’m ok with that, mostly because I like who I am, I really do, but also because aside from BEING one of the happiest people on earth, I have known nothing greater than getting to parent one of them.
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