Kissed by the Bluebird of Happiness

When I was about eight years-old, my mom bought me a bluebird of happiness that graced my windowsill.  We saw it together at a card store, and when she purchased it, she said she wanted it to be a reminder that if she could have one wish, it would be that my life was a happy one. 

Well, almost twenty five years later, I've passed down the bluebird of happiness to my son.  It now graces his windowsill, and everytime I lift the shade, I take the bluebird out, and he swoops down to Little Lewie (yeah, I have a pretty good imagination) and kisses him.  Little Lewie, of course, loves and expects this daily routine.  He always cringes a little when the bird first "kisses" him because the glass is cold from sitting in the window overnight.  Still, I want it to be a reminder that, like my mom, I want all the happiness in the world for him.  No matter what challenges a day brings, I want him to know that happiness is just around the corner (or in this case, sitting in his windowsill) to be reclaimed.  For now, my one goal everyday is to make sure Little Lewie's mornings and days are happy ones that begin with the promise of a special morning kiss.