How to Find a Happy Place

We visited (Great)Grandma Millie yesterday evening. Dinnertime at the nursing home was over and the employees were washing tables and setting found items on a counter. We found her sitting alone in her room, wondering what to do. I suggested that we go outside into the courtyard and she swiftly agreed. I noticed a real difference in Grandma. Maybe it was the sunshine after days of rain? She seemed genuinely happy(so often she seems genuinely bored as she is confined to a wheelchair). She spoke at length about things she enjoyed, not in the spirit of reminiscence but rather as if those things were still real and intact. The old 5 & 10 on Main Street. My Grandpa working in his garden. A beading project she'd just finished. She offered to take the boys for me and to go do something special. But, she said, she could only handle one at a time (I was delighted that she would offer). This, while back in the courtyard one of my boys was tipping over the bird bath and the other was sword fighting with the air from the top of a picnic bench. We sat in the garden for awhile, noticing birds perched along the tip of the roof and those that were chirping from the inner branches of a huge pine tree. I broke off some pine needles and crushed them for her to smell. I wonder where my "happy place" would be if the day comes that I'm unable to leave my residence. Which will be the store I think of that was filled with wonders and treasures? Today, any place with Grandma Millie is a happy place. I love to visit her and I'm so grateful that she is and has been a part of my life. Side note: She ooooooohed and aaaaaahed with J (5 years old)over this new "official" Cub Scout status. Warms my heart. Here is a look/listen to another very happy moment...J's chorus concert. He's on drums for this number. We are so blessed to belong to a public district that isn't afraid to "have a little church up in here!" Can I get a witness?!