I like this short article by one lady in the book "Life's Simple Pleasures" Edited by Red Guge - from The America Says Book Series:

What makes me happy?  I don't often think about happiness.  This is mainly because I was raised in the Catholic faith where happiness isn't allowed.  Filled with original sin, Catholic girls don't deserve happiness and, if by chance, happiness comes our way, we'd better feel guilty about it.  However, as I reach middle age, I've put enough distance between myself and the Church to enable me to feel, on occasion, a twinge of ----dare I say it ---  happiness.

This phenomena usually occurs in the morning with the dawn of a fresh new day, quiet and still.  This almost never fails to cause happiness to well in my heart -- a feeling, however fleeting, that, at least at this moment, all is right with the world.  An autumn morning in Connecticut makes me happiest.  I love the reds and yellows of the trees emerging through the mist, the cries of birds heeding South, a cup of strong coffee, a heavy sweater and a walk in the woods.  What more could the soul require?
--------Registered nurse (F) Age 39, Florida.

I like the above article.  I borrowed the book from the local library.  And now, what makes me happy?  Playing with my grandchildren - these are moments of happiness for me and my wife. Their laughter, their screams -  these are music to our ears.  Children are the most beautiful creatures on this earth.  I simply love and adore them.