Happy yellow shoes.  What does that mean, anyway?  Well, let me explain.

 Several years back I went on a mission to find a simple, cute pair of flats to wear because I needed an alternative to wearing those adorable heels nearly everyone else wears. Honestly, I love the way a pair of heels look but I am not willing to sacrifice my comfort to wear them, the exception  being very special occasions.

Well, I decided right away that just because I'm not wearing heels doesn't mean my shoes can't stand out.  Oh, and stand out they did!

 The second I saw those sunshine yellow flats, I knew my mission was complete. I bought them and brought them home  with all the excitement of a child. They made me happy.  They lifted my mood.   When I wore them, all throughout the day I would peek down at my feet and smile. Soon,  my friends and co-workers started calling them my happy shoes  and that they were. My happy, yellow shoes.

 I'm sad to say that those shoes disappeared somewhere along the way and I miss them but I have other 'happy shoes'  now.  Many,  really.   The joy of living under God's grace, my children,  laughing with my best friend Cheri, a cup of coffee,  my windows filled with warm sunshine, a good book. They all make me feel the way those shoes did.

 Thus the phrase became the title of my blog because I hope I can share some of those happy shoe moments with you.  After all, what's the fun of happiness if it can't be shared?

Here we go. My very first blog post. I have been putting this off for far too long,  mostly due  to the fact that I am currently typing this from my phone and while it is not convenient, it does the job.  Bear with me.

I woke up alive this morning. Obviously, right?  But I'm talking ALIVE.I jumped out of bed, threw open the windows, brewed some coffee, had a conversation with my 2 year old early bird and I could not stop smiling. I sat for a while by the window, marveling at the feel of the breeze on my skin but it wasn't long before Boy woke up and I turned on music and sang and danced my way around our home  with toddlers in tow. Music, while playing or cleaning or anytime really, is a must  in my mind.  And when there is no music on, I am usually singing. Both were happening in our place this morning.

This moment  in time is a big deal, my friends, as I am not a morning person. I change and feed the kids in a groggy haze but I do not truly function until after I have enjoyed a cup of coffee (yes, I am one of those people). It's a pity,  though, because I love the morning time. I love the crisp, cool air and the sunshine. The newness of another day. I think I need to  enjoy more of them.