What Makes Me Happy? Having a Happy Kid, of Course

What makes me happy? Noticing that one of my kids is happy.

For example, meeting Peter at the hospital on the day his first child is born — and taking a picture of his beatific, Mona Lisa smile.

I’m working super hard on a couple of projects this week — namely, playing with my granddaughters and spending some quality time with my son and daughter-in-law — so I’m going to let this photo of happy Peter with his swaddled newborn say it all for me.

What else is making me happy these days? I’ve got two — count ’em, two — books in the works. More about that soon.

This is not the first picture of Peter I’ve posted.  I’ve been photographing and writing about my kids for decades. Here’s a story about mothering Peter when he was a teenager, “How Selective Service Made a Man of My Son — Without Even Trying.”   And here’s one about Christina being Christina, “What’s Rhetoric? Let My Two-Year-Old Tell You.”