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cultivating happiness, dad, dementia, father, frontal lobe dementia, frontotemporal dementia, happiness, International Day of Happiness, silliness, underwear
I’m singing myself happy today. Just in case you, too, didn’t also wake up automatically happy on this International Day of Happiness , I’m going to help you out a little bit.
First, during class last night, I said, “Okay, we’re going to put some green under here,” and one of the painters yelled out, “Under where?” My brain immediately turned it to “underwear” and I giggled. Let’s face it, I’m really still about 7 years old.
Second, there is nothing in the world that makes me happier than making my dad laugh. Here’s one of my favorite ways to do it:
Third, here’s me at about age 4 being pretty damn happy myself:
