My life makes me happy. The hundreds of little things that make each day special in its own way.

Waking up next to Ben every morning and sub-consciously giving thanks for another day with him. The thought that I could lose him weighs on my mind in the dark hours sometimes but I push them away and just lay there watching him breathe.

Nights of love making. Not just the act but afterwards when Ben wraps his arms around me and I snuggle into his chest and we talk quietly about our hopes and dreams for the future.

Sneaking into one of his lectures and seeing the rapt attention his students give to his every word. Blushing when he spots me at the back of the room, knowing he will tease me about it later.

Watching JR sleep, realizing she is part of me and amazed that I had something to do with creating this small being whose life I want to be part of forever.

Hearing her call me Daddy and running into my arms squealing with delight when I pick her up and swing her around, her brown eyes that reflect mine sparkling and her laughter filling the room.

Seeing Hunter walk in the door, his school bag packed with books and his enthusiasm for learning which Ben has instilled in him as he works on his homework.

The times when it’s just Hunter and I home alone. Watching old movies and making him watch Spiderman for the tenth time, knowing damn well he loves it as much as I do. Hearing him tease Ben and I as we dance around the room to some silly love song, or laugh about things we had done together. Remembering the first time he called me Dad, the self conscious look that crossed his face and the way he had let me hug him.

So I guess my family makes me happy, they give me, each in their own way, moments to store away and bring out when I need them. But the things that make me happiest is being married to the man I love more than life itself and having two children who I never thought I would be lucky enough to have.