For instance, my birthday. I love receiving balloons and cake. I suppose I am a 5 year old trapped in a 25 year old's body, but balloons make me happy. This past birthday (June 24), my husband set it up so that at the time of my birth (1:32a.m.) at our weekly Denny's getup with our friends, he walked in with a cake that had Disney princesses and balloons for me. I was VERY surprised, but very, very happy. There was also a huge card signed by the "coffee crew" as we call ourselves. The best thing? When you open the card, it plays the chicken dance...which is another thing that I love.
I also love when my husband does little sweet things. Like making me grilled cheese sandwiches (which have been a staple of my pregnancy diet) or coming home with my favorite candy. On July 4th, we went to see the fireworks with friends. We walked a few blocks away from our friends house to a field, and of course after a few minutes of standing, I had to squat, since I didn't bring the blanket. He walked back to the car (and missed the first few fireworks) to get the blankets for me so I can lay down in the grass. We then watched the fireworks as I laid across his lap.
Pictures also make me happy...duh. I am a photographer, that is expected. But I find it amazing that before I became a full time professional photographer, I photographed everything. Every outing, every trip, basically anytime I left the house, I had my camera. Now, I take my camera, but I barely photograph anything. I am doing a horrible job at documenting my life, and I definitely have to remedy that. Especially being that we have a baby on the way!
So I promise to myself, that I will start photographing the little things again, the little things that make me happy.
