Wednesday afternoon, I visit my grand mother at the old folks home. Our walk in the park brings us closer. Seeing her smile and her joy makes me happy.

What makes me happy is to go to the cinema with a girl who really appeals to 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 to be sitting outside a café with nothing to do but let my mind wander (daydream), sip my drink and watch people walk by.

What makes me happy is that people read the little Happython phrases that I cut out of the newspaper and paste on the walls in my bathrooms. Even Charlotte, who is preschool, sometimes takes more than twenty minutes.

What makes me happy is to read Happython in Metro newspaper with my beloved chums every day.

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.

I am happy when I do well in my studies.

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 the happiest is to see the people I love happy.

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 being a great-great grandfather.

What makes me happy is finally being able to walk, because I was in a wheelchair.

A child's spinning top on the carpet. What a pleasure to approach it, having watched it from afar, the memories coming back of those exquisite moments where colours mingled and filled rainbow eyes. I lean over, touch the top and play with it and that simple pleasure warms my heart, it turns, turns, turns...

What makes me happy is that I have found a bigger appartment that mine for the same price in the region where I am moving (a region where real estate is normally more expensive than in my region).

What made me happy...I'm going to be very original: the birth of my son! When they put him on my stomach and I saw his face for the first time.

What makes me happy is when I have the giggles and when I laugh so much so that I have a stomachache… I feel so well after shading tears of laughter.

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

What makes me happy is seeing my best friend again after almost two years apart.

What makes me happy is seeing all the cherry trees blooming in Japan, and telling myself that nothing is more beautiful and nothing pleases us more than this langourous pink…

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.

What makes me happy is to dream and imagine things about battles and love.

I am most happy when people thank me for holding the door for them on the metro. I leave with a lively step to the RER A.

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.

To feel the blending of warmth and cool in a summer evening, to drink a cool beer, to eat spiced olives, to hear my friends laugh, for me, that is happiness (in summer).

My success (academic with honors) makes me happy.

Happiness was when my adoptive brother and sister found their biological mother and also the 26th of August when I knew that I was cured of my cancer.

Someone who is able to listen to you, to have a discussion with you. Also to be able to open your heart to someone who knows about human qualities.

The day I decided to take myself by the hand again (I was quite depressed) made it so that, during this time, life itself made me happy...

All my travels.

What made me happy was having found my Papa who I haven't seen for twenty-five years.

I am happy because I found my P50 motorcycle that I had lost.

What makes me happy is living the life I've always wanted to live.

What makes me happy is to see happy sports people.

What makes me happy every day, it is to see black slaves'sons and daughters appointed to fairly important positions, in a country where there were schools for Whites and schools for Blacks, buses for Whites and buses for Blacks, just very few decades ago.

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.

What makes me happy is finally being myself in my own eyes and in the eyes of my loved ones.

What makes me happy is thinking about what's going to make me happy later. When I get my car, a job I like, so that I can fulfill my passion and live with the woman I love and who loves me too. My happiness is living free.

What makes me happy is to have the possibility to organize a great party with all the family where my brother could come with his children.

What makes me happy is seeing my girlfriend in the morning on the train tell me « until tonight, my love, » and then leave listening to Chuck Berry singing « Johnny B. Goode. »

Just now (apart from my wonderful family) the position of France, Germany, Russia, China and of course Belgium on the crisis in Irak, which shows there is some hope left. It gives me an immense happiness.

What makes me happy is to have a cat.

What made me happy Tuesday was seeing my cashier at the supermarket.

What makes me happy is when my neighbour kindly offers me « tourtisseaux » to thank me for a small favour.

What makes me happy is receiving a message that is proof of a pardon granted by a friend...maybe found again.

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 nature. Walking in the grass or on a beach, lying in fields, watching the sunset, picking wild leeks to make an omelette with them.

Surprising my brother and seeing the happiness on his face, that's enough to make me happy.

What makes me happy : family meetings, children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren…

What makes me happy is to live without any worries.

What makes me happy is knowing that laughing works your abs!

What makes me happy is getting up on Sundays to prepare breakfast and going back to my bedroom to find my man rolled up in the blanket, like a spring roll.

What makes me happy is finally getting to use the internet !

I no longer remember exactly when, But it was approximately in 1996 that I decided to “do something with Internet” It took me until April 1997 to get together the equipment, the connections and the supplies, but then bang, I saw photos of people far away appearing before my eyes, with immediacy of connection and of memory. Wow. For each question I had to do with actual things, ideas or sources of ideas, or how to do something, etc. etc. I could find the reply in a few minutes, and that's when I realised: One doesn't need to know how to reach one's goal before one has decided it - simply dream it and the answers to how you can succeed are on Internet – even if you wish to work towards an enlightened planetary civilisation…

What makes me happy is my man's love.

What makes me happy is the ability I have to express myself in any languages, even if that is not the spoken language, but by gestures or feelings.

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...

What makes me happy is to read Happython in Metro newspaper with my beloved chums every day.

What makes me happy is thinking of the happy future waiting for me somewhere in the universe.

I'm happy when my pupils smile in class and when they seem to be happy to be at school.

What makes me happy is the surge of love that invades my heart in the most numb of her lyrics…

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.

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

What makes me happy is the sea. When I see it or when I think about it, I am really comfortable in my own being. Oh yes, it's boring but it's the ocean blue that makes me happy.

What makes me happy is to please to my parents so that they are proud of me. Thank you Dad and Mum, I'm madly in love with you!!!

What makes me happy is returning home, soaked, during a storm and hearing the rain beating against the windowpanes while I heat up tea!

What made me happy is when I was offered a chimpanzee, which was my dearest dream.

What makes me happy is a warm day with the wind and the blue sky of spring… A day like today.

What makes me happy is listening to Metallica while petting a kitten.

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

What makes me happy is leaving work on Friday afternoon and walking in Bordeaux for an hour savoring each minute of the beginning of my weekend !

What makes me happy is that everybody is fine.

What makes me happy is when my boyfriend tells me he loves me.

Love!

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 !!!