What Is the One Small Thing That Always Makes You Happy?
Everyday moments and objects pack a powerful emotional punch. Here, Real Simple readers share the little stuff that brings them joy.
Lego creations that my nine-year-old son, Michael, sneaks into my purse. I often come across small cars and planes—once, even
a replica of Darth Vader with a woman’s head—that he has hidden for me. Finding them makes me smile and feel connected to
Michael when we’re not together.
My rambunctious, doglike cat, Surge (whom I named after the energy drink popular in the 90s). He plays fetch and loves the
water. For example, he sits on the edge of the bathtub when I’m in the shower, and after I get out, he hops into the tub and
rolls around. His very odd behavior makes me laugh every day.
Asheville, North Carolina
Over the past year, my teenage daughter has left me dozens of Post-it notes saying, “I love you.” They show up on my shampoo
bottle, toothbrush holder, and car keys and in many other places where I’ll be sure to notice them. They are great reminders
that she feels as strongly about me as I do about her.
San Rafael, California
A new book of stamps from the post office. My favorite one of all time commemorated Frank Sinatra. I was tickled to come across it. My father used to play Sinatra’s music for me and my siblings on Sunday after church, and I’ve been a fan ever since. I walked out of the post office that day humming “New York, New York.”
When I catch several green traffic lights in a row, I feel certain my day is going to be a good one.
Durham, North Carolina
Finding a stash of cash always elevates my mood. Recently I was going through old clothes, deciding what to give away, when
I found $20 in the pocket of a pair of pants. They were my “skinny jeans,” which I had been hanging on to even though I probably
wasn’t going to fit into them again. But once I discovered the money, I felt OK about letting them go. I tossed the jeans
into the “out” pile, then treated myself to a pedicure at my favorite nail salon.
Hackensack, New Jersey
Lemons in my vintage china bowl never fail to cheer me up. Maybe it’s their sunny color or the fact that I use the juice in
everything—salad dressings, pies, pasta sauce. I actually commissioned my favorite artist to paint a picture of them. The
painting now hangs above my 1950s enamel stove. The whole look is very homey and sweet.
Charleston, West Virginia