Last January I placed an empty square glass vase on a side table in our living room. Next to it I stacked a small pile of colorful note cards and a pen. Then, after taking a deep breath and hoping not to sound too corny, I announced to my husband and daughter, “This is our happiness jar.”
“Our what?” my daughter asked, head cocked.
“Our happiness jar,” I repeated as if everybody had one.
My husband and daughter looked at each other with raised eyebrows and said, “OoooKaaay,” as if trying to appease a mentally unstable person.
I laughed at their response, but continued with resolve, Continue reading