I’ve had lots of happy moments. I’ve been lucky. But I always think the happiest moment hasn’t happened yet. I’m talking about the queen of happy moments. The biggie. The unfathomable. The epitome of happiness. The only thing is, I worry that when it comes along I won’t recognize it. It’ll be flashing away there at the edge of my vision and I’ll be looking so hard that I’ll just let it float right by.
When you are reading a great book but all of a sudden something completely unexpected happens:
Whenever I meet someone who likes Harry Potter, I get really excited but I have to tell myself to calm down and be cool and tread carefully because chances are they just like Harry Potter and I don’t want to scare them off by unleashing the Harry Potter maniac monster within me in all its glory