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Every morning I walk downstairs after getting dressed in .5 seconds. I’m usually the last to get ready before we head out the door for school. I have my hair up, no makeup on, and usually some sort of outfit for the gym. But no matter how much of a hot mess I’m looking like, Avery always tells me I look beautiful. Every single morning.

The other night she came out of her room shortly after I put her to bed. She insisted she had to tell me something. This is usually a sign that she’s delaying bedtime, but this time, as I walked her back to her room, she told me she had a song to sing to me. (I posted it on Instagram and my Facebook page.) Her sweet voice sang the sweetest words about how much she loves me. I sat and cried with so much love and happiness for this little girl.

We leave for Disney World tomorrow morning and Avery was so upset that we’d have to miss the Mother’s Day celebration at her school tomorrow. So much so that she asked if we could just go to Disney in the afternoon after her party. While I hated to break it to her that that wasn’t possible, I love that she just wanted to show me how much she loved me.

Today when I picked her up from school, her teacher handed me everything that she has been working on for Mother’s Day. The most amazing hand-made gifts that I’ll treasure forever. The smile on her face as I looked through each gift was priceless. She was so proud to show how much she loves me.

That’s what makes me happy.

Now tell me something good. Something that’s made you happy. It can be big, it can be small, just something that has put a smile on your face. You can participate by sharing a photo on Wednesday with the hashtag #WhyImHappyWednesday and tagging me @amommyinthecity or feel free to write it in the comments below. I do read them all and am happy to reply back on your good news! You can also join in the conversation on my Facebook page!

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