Happiness is also acknowledging one’s tiredness, and delegating the tree lighting to one’s spouse, assuring him that it will be just fine however he does it, and that you will not get all compulsive about enacting perfect distribution of the lights this year. Sitting and watching Kevin work, cup of coffee in hand? Bliss.
(I didn’t even make any suggestions! No ‘a little higher on the left’ or anything like that. Just beamed in silent approval. Yay, me.)
