I love my happy place. It isn’t a beach, although those are lovely. It isn’t at a spa, although the spa is great, too. My happy place is in my big comfy California king bed with BTB, the dogs and T. Having our little family snuggling up against one another makes life complete.
Even better if Tbird has drifted off to sleep and I can watch him. I know it sounds odd, but something about watching that sweet baby sleep completes me. I mean, look at this face, would he not complete you, too?