Smelling the scent of my children makes me happy.

What makes me happy is the day when my mother told me that she was happy to have a daughter like me.

Love!

My relationship makes me very happy. I really have the impression that I create that every day. What allowed me to live this relationship, was when I started to respect myself and to listen to myself. Of course the other person senses that and naturally comes to you without effort. Afterwards the secret is not to tie the net, not to become a living prison, but on the contrary to open up the space with kind attention and love. Programme for a beautiful relationship: - Respect it – Listen to oneself (and the other too !) – Encourage light thoughts towards the other – Continue as if you were alone - Love the other person tenderly - Have fun together.

Most importantly a woman in my life and then my studies that have made me the person I am now.

What makes me happy is doing little things every day and realizing that those are what bring lots of happiness.

What makes me happy is getting up in the morning, stretching out on my sofa and letting the sun warms my bare feet through the window.

What makes me happy is a cloudless sky.

For me, what makes me happy is accomplishing the tasks I have to do... however small they are... the satisfaction of finished work...

What made me happy was when I played my first notes on the guitar a few months ago. So far I believed music was not for me.

What makes me happy is that when I walk in the street, my steps are exactly as long as the bands on the crosswalk. I feel like I'm in harmony with my environment

What makes me happy is that my three and a half year old son gets angry if someone wants to smush an insect or when he asks us to be quiet to not scare a bird.

Happy to hear you smile...

Smelling the aroma of the pizza that's baking in my oven and thinking that I'm going treat myself !

What makes me happy is when you resuscitate a baby and suddenly hear his first cry of life tearing the silence of the room.

Yesterday it rained, I strolled along the ocean, a photo was taken, a kiss, a laugh, warmed up again in a cafe, shared a chocolate cake and cherry tea.

What makes me happy is sharing my newspaper with a neighbor on the metro who reads it over my shoulder.

What makes me happy is doing little things every day and realizing that those are what bring lots of happiness.

What makes me happy is to be pretty.

What makes me happy is when there is music on the streets or in the metro. It gives me the impression that the quick steps of hurried people are in rhythm on the tempo, like an urban choreography !

Surprising a little sparrow while he's taking a bath in a puddle of water, that's what makes me really happy.

What makes me happy is the shoo-shoobidoos, the waboo waboos and all the rest.

I have just come out of a coma. Here it is : happiness is to be alive again.

What makes me happy is to get up in the morning and thank God for letting me sleep in peace.

What makes me happy is running with people who are going to miss their train: not because I want to catch the train, but just for the pleasure of running and being out of breath...

It's to seat down at Cais Do Sodré and look at my country.

What makes me happy is to read every morning the Happython when I'm in class. It puts me in a good mood for all the day.

What makes me happy is making bread : to knead it, arrange the dough, cook it in my oven, and smell the aroma of fresh bread.

Life is at the base. I know well that there are ups and downs, it's like that, but there's the fun and that's what makes me happy.

I'm happy every morning when my man snuggles up to me saying: “good morning, darling, I'm here next to you”. I shiver.

Happiness is when I see my mother again, for whom I'll always be the same kid (even if I'm not this kid anymore) and to see her face lighting up and smiling.

What makes me happy is seeing all the different colors and ethnicities in the metro when I run errands in the morning…

A moment of happiness: the kiss from this little girl who thanked me for having cured her mommy. What made me happy yesterday was passing the evening with the man I love, dancing all night with him and showing him that his black skin and my white skin show at the same time both contrast and harmony.

What makes my happy is that , currently, I only come across friendly people : the optician and her manager, the sales assistants of the sporting goods store ,of the hardware store and at the cultural goods (cds, dvds, books and video games) and craft arts stores , and the waiters and cashiers at the chinese restaurant).

My first contact with her, my hands on her marvelous body, our first heartfelt words, our first steps along the Rhine to exchange, a little timidly, our visions of the world

What makes me happy is to think every morning when I read the happython, that I'm not the only one to think that way

What makes me happy is to have a cat.

What makes me happy is having discovered Happython planet ! and sharing my happiness with others. I have hope for the best days.

What makes me happy is the idea that people would learn to love each other, without any feeling of racism. The world is everybody's…

What makes me happy is when you resuscitate a baby and suddenly hear his first cry of life tearing the silence of the room.

What made me happy lately was to hear that I was pregnant after so many fruitless attempts.

What makes me happy is reading happython every morning in class. That puts me in a good mood for the rest of the day.

What makes me happy is meeting passionate people. They always lend me an admiration like an imprint of their ardor, of their taste for life and love.

The thing that makes me happiest is someone's love and people's respect and the world smiling at me.

What makes me happy is thinking through the best moments I've lived to determine which one is the best and thus reliving them.

What made me happy...I was five years old, I wanted a little sister and I got one the day before my birthday. That was my best gift!

What makes me happy is having sponsored a little african, who comes from Burundi !

What makes me happy is the sunset above the sea.

What makes me happy is having being able to create and form a happy couple with children.

What makes me happy is to talk to people and to learn something from them.

What makes me happy is when I find myself in the mountains again, simply in nature.

What makes me happy ? Scouting when I was young, then my commitment to a trade-union and a political party, my family – children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and hearing that my great-grandson Guillaume will soon be christened.

An evening between friends, with a little to drink of course. One of them accompanies you back to your taxi, one of the ones with whom you share the same complicity and sensitivity. And on a « goodbye » you steal a kiss from him, instead of an ordinary « see ya soon ». A kiss that lasts for a little while, a kiss he returns. The kind of kiss that makes you smile each time you think about it again and makes you happy.

My fall in the bus this afternoon because a good-looking boy gave me a smile and helped me to get up

To be happy, I need calm and tranquillity, to be loved and love, sunshine and perfect happiness ( a little water, some fruit, my garden on my island) and peace in the world.

What makes me happy is seeing the popcorn head of my love waking up.

What really makes me happiest is seeing happy people around me, and what makes my heart smile is sharing my happiness with others.

My cousing Mathilde, 3 and a half years old, was skeptical when we told her, after school, that her little sister had been born during the day. But if you had seen her when she finally met Alice, she was ovewhelmed with joy !!!

What made me happy was to find out that I was pregnant with the child of the man of my life.

Having brought to light a vocation. My son was studying Sociology and Economic Sciences at the University of Jussieu. One summer I forced him to work in a hospital to earn some pocket money. He dropped his studies to study at the I.F.S.I. (Nurses Training School) Today, at 25 he is happy, his job is a true vocation. His patients are happy and me too, I'm happy

The day when I had to defend my DES thesis I was really happy because of all the things I had endured achieving the project.

Happiness for me is to get miraculously cured of my disease.

What makes me happy is when the people in the metro don't look just at their feet but at each other, and smile.

What made me happy was being born into softness, joy and love, and knowing that when I open my door, all of it spreads out to the entire world.

Classic happy moment, but true : waking up beside your love… a moment of pure tenderness… you wake from one dream to plunge into another…

This morning, while feeding my fish, the ingrates finally recognized me ! I was crazy with joy ! (laughs)

When I left alone to experience giving up everything, I had the impression that I was happy.

What makes me happy is people who return my smiles and especially grannies, babies and good-looking

What makes me happy is my little 80-year-old mother, who is chock full of joyful projects : she's going to move into a new appartment.

What makes me happy is to go to the cinema with a girl who really appeals to me.

What makes me happy is to have a beautiful diploma.

What makes me happy is falling in lovein the metro every morning ! Stranger from line 6, if you recognize yourself…

My children ‘s smiles make me happy.

Brought up and educated in Brazzaville, The Congo, by missionaries. A war has broken out... Everything is destroyed, the town devastated, there is nothing to be found anywhere. However with courage the sisters go back to work, open the nursery and primary schools without any materials. They send out an SOS to ex-pupils of which I am one. Since that time I am running around the shops with my limited means of a retired person. Paints, folding books, etc. etc.... meetings with the people who will carry my packages to Brazza. And in return I receive letters and drawings from little children thanking me and calling me godmother and sometimes mother, this is happiness !!!

Nothing makes me happier than to create something with my own hands, to prepare some tempting meal that we can all share together later, or to sew cushions myself. There is a magic in creating, making, concocting something with ones own hands. It is a proof that our hands are just an extension of our thoughts.