Today I tasted happiness, felt it, smelled it, looked into the eyes of joy, heard bliss speak to me. I never thought that I would be able to say that. I’ve fought my whole life, struggled through school, fought with my parents, lost friends and hustled to get a job. I tasted happiness today, it was real and tangible and it was all mine.
Do you know what happiness tastes like? It tastes like raw honey and fresh fruits; delicious, refreshing, intoxicating. It feels like a massage after a long day; gradually loosening up my knots and tense parts. It looks like a garden in morning, glistening with dew; pure, untouched, just a little too perfect for this world. It smells like lavender oil; transporting me back to my childhood home in one sniff. It sounds like the whispers of the ocean, calm and excited, all in one breath.
Today I tasted happiness. After years of trying, of fighting, of crying, I tasted happiness. I spent hours crying and pushing and you came out. You filled a space in my heart I didn’t even know existed. I held you in my hands, a miniature version of me. My baby girl, the love of my life.