Happiness

This is a little off subject for me, but I have been thinking a lot about this the last few days. It seems like my husband is never really satisfied. He is always searching for something to do, something to see. He really feels like this is not the life he is supposed to led. He should be doing something bigger and greater which is why I feel like he puts his hands in a lot of different pots to keep busy and keep searching.

Me....I am H-A-P-P-Y. When I was in my younger 20's I just thought I would be single, living in an apartment with a cat or two. I never thought I would have the life I have. I really thought that each day was going to be a struggle and that I would never travel or see rainbows. That life would consist of me, myself and work. Each day would be work.

I never would have imagined that a suburb lifestyle was satisfying. I think I have a suburb lifestyle? Not sure but, I never thought I would be able to travel, have a house or pocket money. I never thought I would find the love of my life. I NEVER thought I would have a baby.

All these things have really fulfilled me and I have never been happier in my life. My husband can't believe this. That this is all I need to be happy. It kind of makes me feel like it is too simple and that I should be this satisfied or happy. For now anyways, maybe when Molly is a bit older I will want more out of my work or find some kind of hobby. But for now...I am happy. Is it okay, that this is all I want?