Happiness is an intense realization that you are absolutely content with your life. Like sitting on an airplane with a man you whole-heartedly love, while he leans his head on yours and falls asleep while your unborn child stretches in your abdomen. It may not have been the most exciting moment of my life, but for just a minute, I realized that nothing in the whole world could have made me happier.
Cheesy but true. And it gets worse, because there may or may not have been happy tears involved.
I'm trying to see happiness in the little things. It's not so much then when I'm not happy I'm sad, but rather if I'm not sad, then I am happy. Glass half full type thinking, and not typically American. My life is far from sparkly unicorns and fireworks, but it makes me very, very happy.