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Happy. Like how you felt at your fifth birthday party, or that time when you played in the sprinklers when you were ten, or at that concert when you were fifteen. Maybe getting engaged when you're twenty or doing whatever twenty-year-olds do.

Memories with smiles and true laughs, coffee or tea with your best friends, discussing novels or movies or just life. Babysitting little kids, giving the piggyback rides after so many years of being the rider. Growing up has a sense of sadness but then something thrilling because it means adventure and new places and new people.

Baltering through the kitchen or your bedroom in time to your music because your music is the best. Or laying on the floor in a nest of blankets reading and falling asleep and staying there for the night. Maybe spending time alone or with friends, depending on who you truly are, deep down at the bottom of your heart where it really matters.

Being with family and giving to them and making them happy. Getting compliments. Not the, "Oh, you're so gorgeous." from the not-really-friend, but the "I love you to bits and pieces because you love me to bits and pieces and if you ever leave me I'll kill you because I kind of really need you." kind of compliments.

Eating breakfast at McDonalds with a good friend, or clinging to a best friend in a parking lot because it will be ages before you see her again and just no.

Fangirling with friends because hello, sweetie. (Plus who else is going to ruin the hipster posts? Ohwaitcrapisn'tthisone?)

Watching the stars in the sky (I'm pretty darn sure there's supposed to be a meteor shower on the 23rd, so keep your beautiful eyes open) or the moon or the sun (haha, don't actually watch that. Ow).

Just stay beautiful and true and honest and loving and be happy. Okay? Okay.

♥

Bekah Joan

This is from today's Practice. Since I seriouslydesperatelyreally need to take a break from The Three Worlds, I thought this would be fun. And don't go by this definition. Go by this one.