self. Then I spent an uninterrupted morning writing，which I love. When the kids came home，I enjoyed their noise after the quiet of the day.
Later，peace descended again，and my husband and I enjoyed another pleasure—intimacy. Sometimes just the knowledge that he wants me can bring me joy.
You never know where happiness will turn up next. When I asked friends what made them happy，some mentioned seemingly insignificant moments.“I hate shopping，”one friend said.“but there’s a clerk who always chats and really cheers me up.”Another friend loves the telephone“Every time it rings，I know someone is thinking about me.”
I get a thrill from driving. One day I stopped to let a school bus turn onto a side road. The driver grinned and gave me the thumbs up sign. We were two allies in a world of mad motorists. It made me smile.
We all experience moments like these. Too few of us register them as happiness.