My husband often asks ‘‘are you happy?’’ A question I find almost impossible to answer. I know, of course, he is referring to something simple, like – am I happy with my new job or the ice cream that I’m eating, but I simply cannot answer the question, at least not the way he would like me to.
Because I am happy that I am walking down the street on a beautiful summer day with my husband, eating my ice cream, but I am also extremely sad that I am walking down the street on a beautiful summer day with my husband, eating my ice cream, and I’m not holding the hand of my almost three-year-old daughter.