I was lying on hammock tonight, big heavy clouds over head, the wind blowing through the trees above my head and the grass under my foot as I pushed myself. I thought, This is happiness. I am full, but not too full. I am warm, but not hot. All my people are home and around me and everyone is, if not perfectly happy, they are calm. I have clean windows (thank you random window cleaning men). A cleanish house. I have had hours with my kids at the pool (perhaps for the last time in a long time) and hold the title of walking the longest underwater on my hand record. Yes. A happy husband (a thing to be treasured). A quiet evening. A moment to just sit and be still. Yes. This. Is. Happiness. I feel the blessing of this like a comforting weight around my shoulders. I know so well what it is like to feel the absence of happiness. I know what it is like to feel fear, worry, hurt, sorrow, pain, anguish, regret, and anger. ...