Grace's confessions: I kick my feet when I am happy

I have written several times about being sad or even angry, particularly when I get hungry. Maybe you are starting to think that I am always that way, but it is not true, I also get very happy.

The first two months of my life I was not happy that much. My parents tell me that I screamed just about all the time. I don’t really remember, but life is tough, and those first two months were kinda tough for me, so I guess I screamed.

Eventually things got better and now I laugh and smile more. When I get really excited I kick my legs. I don’t really decide that I am going to kick my legs, I just can’t help it. I just get so happy and excited about something that I can’t hold it in. My legs just move and I smile from ear to ear.

Daddy does something like this at church. Every now and then he will start moving and raise his hands, especially during the loud music part.

I have also noticed that whenever I get this happy (which is often) other people around me get happy to. If I smile at my mommy, she usually smiles back and talks to me. If I laugh and kick my legs around my daddy, he will pick me up and tickle me and throw me in the air. I am not sure I like being thrown in the air, but he seems to like to do it, so its okay for now.

It doesn’t take much to make me happy. I don’t care what kind of clothes I wear. I think I wear my big sister’s old clothes, and that is fine because they seem to fit and they keep me warm. I don’t care about the size of my room or my house. My mom has a new van (that my dad tried to destroy) but I was just as happy in the old van as the new one.

What makes me happy the most is my family. I love it when my mommy holds me tight and rubs her face against mine. I love it when my daddy gets home from work after being gone all day and he picks me up. I love it when my two brothers and my sister play with me and talk to me funny. I love watching my sister tap dance. Some day I will learn to dance like her. I love my grandparents and my aunts and uncles and my two cousins. I have not even met my new cousin from Ethiopia, but I love him to.

Adults are funny. They think they need stuff to make them happy.