Happy

When your leg is all better. And you can run and chase again. And be the thing you were supposed to be.

When you’re with the people you love. The people who appreciate you and recognize your strengths. Even when you smell. Maybe because you do.

When you’re doing things because you want to. Because you’re good at it. Not because you have to.

When you’re running and running and running. Just to run.

When you’ve taken a huge poop.

That’s when the happy comes through. And it gives you the wide crazy eyes.