Happiness was feeling my baby rumble and roll inside my belly, knowing that he was all ours and I wouldn’t have to place him into someone else’s arms for the rest of his life.
Happiness was knowing that sweet Mabry was just a car ride away, and that we could still watch her grow up and be there for her every step of the way when she needed us.
Happiness was knowing I could forgive someone for hurting me in the worst way imaginable and end up loving them even more anyway.
I wiped my hands on a dishrag and set the casserole dish to dry before heading outside. The horse guy pulled away in his red truck, giving Beau a wave out the window.
“We all good?” I asked, slipping my arm behind his lower back.
“We are,” he said. “Three mares and a champion stallion.”
“Let the fun begin.” I patted his back and turned to head back into the house, stopping when his hand gently gripped my arm, pulling me back into him.
“Where do you think you’re going, Mrs. Mason?” Beau cupped my face and leaned down, crushing my lips with his. Bare grass beneath my feet tickled as I dug my toes into the earth. I loved when he kissed me so hard it made my toes curl.
That was happiness.