Last weekend was spent at the lake house with my love's family. I always love being there...not only for the calming scenery, but for the people, especially. I am so lucky to have such wonderful people as part of my "in-law" family....though they have felt like an extension of my own parents and siblings from the very beginning.
We spent the weekend grilling over a fire pit, roasting s'mores, and indulging in scrumptious meals.
Sitting on the patio, a glass of wine in hand -- illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns -- I listened to the laughter and conversation flowing freely around the table and I realized, that is happiness. Having loved ones near, gathering around a table, no matter how elegant or simple, and forming shared memories.
Though I have the most important things in life, I sometimes catch myself placing too much importance on those that I don't yet have.
The lake house serves as a reminder that happiness is not an apartment in Paris, or a high-paying job. Happiness is having friends and family to share the apartment with, and a passion that drives ambition.
Happiness is wherever we choose to find it, and we must look for it in the present.