When Jacob asks me, “mama, what’s the funniest things I’ve ever said?” I struggle to come up with just one Jacobism (as my mom calls it) because there has been so many great shtick over the years. One expression, however that always comes to mind is what he said as we cross over the Margare Bridge onto the island one Friday evening. As we rolled down the car windows and the salt sea air hit us, he leaned back in his booster, close his eyes and said, Smells Like Happiness!
Here’s a short except: Driving over the Migrate Bridge one Friday evening recently, I was convinced that our shore town, much like our mood when we’re there, has a weather pattern all its own–always sunny (happy) with an occasional downpour (exhaustion). Just as I rolled down the windows to take in the salt air and sounds of the bay, Jacob leaned back in his booster, placed his hands behind his head and said, “Smells like Happiness!” Right there and then, Phil and I looked at each other and knew, we did good.