Choose happiness

When my son was three, the first thing he’d do after waking up was run into my room and yell, “Let’s go, let’s go!” Next, he would look for my hands, which were sometimes hidden in my blanket, grab one and pull me out of bed. At three, he was always excited to start his day.

It didn’t take much for him to be happy at all. Unlike some adults I know, he never woke up on the wrong side of bed. Even when he got upset, it didn’t take long for him to bounce back.