what a beautiful thing to have a happiness box filled with quite mornings with falling snow white light of a full moon with the ocean breeze caressing rumble of lightening on the road under the flashing stars warm sand between toes with sweet fruit on your tongue peaceful nights as rain gently taps at your window gental hums of the dishwasher as you fall asleep her soft hair as she bends her head to cook creaks of the stairs as they wear time with pride what a magical thing to remember your happiness box