My dictionary defines happy as“lucky”or“fortunate，”but I think a better definition of happiness is“the capacity for enjoyment.”The more we can enjoy what we have，the happier we are. It’s easy to overlook the pleasure we get from loving and being loved，the company of friends，the freedom to live where we please，and even good health.
I added up my little moments of pleasure yesterday. First there was sheer bliss when I shut the last lunch-box and had the house to myself. Then I spent an uninterrupted morning writing，which I love. When the kids came home，I enjoyed their noise after the quiet of the day.
Later，peace descended again，and my husband and I enjoyed another pleasure—intimacy. Sometimes just the knowledge that he wants me can bring me joy.
You never know where happiness will turn up next. When I asked friends what made them happy，some mentioned seemingly insignificant moments.“I hate shopping，”one friend said.“but there’s a clerk who always chats and really cheers me up.”Another friend loves the telephone“Every time it rings，I know someone is thinking about me.”
I get a thrill from driving. One day I stopped to let a school bus turn onto a side road. The driver grinned and gave me the thumbs up sign. We were two allies in a world of mad motorists. It made me smile.
We all experience moments like these. Too few of us register them as happiness.