Ah, is this not happiness?
by Danielle Charles
I think it must be one of the best feelings in the world, to know that you were missed. To find, when you are travel-worn and weary and a little low in your spirits, a familiar and welcoming face lit up with gladness upon the sight of you. After being away for several days, walking up the little path to my house with a heavy bag and heavier heart after bidding a dear brother goodbye for some time, I looked up to see this face waiting for me. I cannot think of any other sight in the world, that should make me feel so much that I have come home. Ah, is this not happiness?