Happy Friday! 

I was suppose to post a different post today, but with Father's day coming up I was inspired to share with you my current feelings. 

Lately, I have been reminiscing about my childhood and the one thing that I cannot really recall is if I had a happy childhood. I will admit, I do come from a broken family and maybe that is why certain memories are faint. I am not really for sure, but as a mother to three children, I always wonder if my children are "truly" happy. I have huge belief that if my kids are happy than that means me and the mister are doing something right. My kids often tell me they ARE happy and they even do a happy dance every once in a while, but I still wonder if that outward expression is equivalent to how they feel on the inside. I know from past experience that it is easy to put a smile on your face and say, "Yes, I am happy or okay" and to truly feel sad on the inside. When asked what I want for my children in years to come, I always respond with "happiness"--happiness means they are in love, they are doing what they enjoy, they are laughing, they are smiling, and that they find joy in their  life. I can honestly say, I do not ever remember telling my parents at a tender age that I was happy...I do not even remember bouncing around or making a ruckus the way my kids do when I was younger. I know my upbringing was more strict than the way the mister and I raise our kids, but I know whole-heartedly that one of the reason my kids are positively expressive, bouncy, and spirited is because of the mister.