Years ago, one morning just beyond daybreak, I was snug in my bed, blankets tucked under my chin, sleeping the sound, deep, dreamless, sleep that comes upon a mother of two toddlers. When, suddenly, my left eyelid was peeled back from my eyeball. “It’s a happy day!” announced my smiling, cheery, three-year-old son Johnny.
So, that’s how it all began. From that day on, “It’s a happy day” often replaced the daily “Good morning” salutation in our family.
And that’s how it all started. That “happy day” business.