I talk to a lot of lovely people about happiness. To be accurate, I tend to talk to them about a perceived lack of happiness [a wanting more of].

It makes me realise how important it is to notice when you are happy and to enjoy it, actively. Rather than just missing it when it’s gone.

So, friends. When your Lovely One walks through the door or you look down at your freshly painted nails or you take that first sip of morning coffee or you look up and the light is that smoky, late.afternoon glow or your phone rings and it’s your favourite person or you inhale delicious just.bathed.babyness or you have a tailwind and the sun is shining or you’re rocking your favourite boots or That Person smiles at you or you’re lying on the grass or you make your first sale or They hold your hand.

When those things happen. When life feels good. Just notice it: [happiness in action].

Don’t you love it when The Universe gets it just right? Me too! [and I'm not even really a 'The Universe' kind of person]. I just love it when stuff happens in a way that is beautifully right and leaves you inspired, reminded that stuff happens the way it is meant to.

Recently My Lovely One [who happens to be my favourite big.person in the whole world] won a prize. A big prize. A prize that involves doing something that he has always dreamed of doing. He didn’t think he was going to win [that kind of stuff happens to other people right?!] But he did and he was ridiculously happy.

And I was thrilled! You know why? Because this beautiful man is a really [really] good person. A happy soul. He is kind and generous and unassuming. A constant reminder for me of how best to be, of how to live well.

When good things happen to good people, it makes my heart so happy.

As friends of This Little Blog would know, I have been walking a lot recently. Just as the light is softening, my favourite little person and I head out, to soak in end.of.the.day.ness and to take a breather from the grumpiness that comes with Being a Tired Little One.

We often walk down by the river – it is calm and quiet and there are ducks and lizards and owls and other lovely Walking Folk who smile and nod.

Last week we crossed a little bridge and were making our way back home when I looked across the water to a hill on the other side, which we had just passed. And I saw something that I hadn’t seen up close: beautiful land art - a big, majestic bird shaped into the grass.

When witnessing beauty, a little distance can make a big difference.

I was walking with My Little One when another Little One (but bigger) toddled up to us, arm outstretched.

Look! [he said] Opening his sweet, chubby fist.

Inside, resting on his little palm: a piece of brown glass.

oh cool! [I said]. What is it?

Treasure [he replied].

oooh! [I admired]. Thanks for showing me.

That’s ok [he mumbled]. And shuffled off.

[brilliant!]

And a reminder: perspective matters [choose to see the treasure].