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.”