Happiness is....

....thunderstorms at midnight.  I don't wish for thunderstorms much - but I like them when they come in the middle of the night, when I'm safe and warm in bed with A next to me and Boomer in his bed nearby.  I feel extra safe then and the noise is kind of beautiful.  Also, those late night storms usually clear the air and you wake to a beautiful blue sky with only wispy clouds.  And even more - it means I don't have to water the garden.  All in all, a good thing.