What make me happy are the moments when my son has a great time playing basketball, and flawlessly.

What makes me happy is to be healthy.

Yesterday it rained, I went for a walk with Deal along the ocean, we took photos of each other, we kissed each other, we laughed, we warmed up in a pub, and we shared a chocolate cake and a cherry tea.

I was never as happy as I was two days ago when, opening the small package my love had nervously given to me, I discovered a pair of tiny shoes. I then understood that we were going to have a baby.

What made me happy Tuesday was seeing my cashier at the supermarket.

Hearing someone whistle will always be for me, synonymous with happiness. Thans Papy.

I adore my little kitten's caresses. That makes me happy.

What makes me happy is to get up in the morning and think that I'm still there despite the past difficulties.

What makes me happy is that, though I am agoraphobic, I have made a great friend Pascale thanks to Internet, and I thank her for having friendly feelings for me.

A child's spinning top on the carpet. What a pleasure to approach it, having watched it from afar, the memories coming back of those exquisite moments where colours mingled and filled rainbow eyes. I lean over, touch the top and play with it and that simple pleasure warms my heart, it turns, turns, turns...

What makes me happy is the ability I have to express myself in any languages, even if that is not the spoken language, but by gestures or feelings.