Quote from the book A Gentle Reminder by Bianca Sparacino
Maybe in the seasons of life where your heart aches, or loss has built a home within you, happiness chang-es. Maybe it becomes your morning cup of coffee — sitting and drinking it as the sun rises and the world wakes up around you. Maybe happiness becomes the way the light plays with the trees in your favorite park; maybe it is the way the sky looks at your favor-ite time of night, the way the moon fills the air with an energy you can feel in your bones when you really sit with yourself and let your solitude wash over you. Maybe in the messiest moments of life, happiness is your mother’s voice. Maybe it is the beauty you feel when you see your friends’ faces, when you hug them for twenty minutes straight, when you sit with them in silence and feel so understood, and so seen, in all that you are.
