What is something that makes you irrationally happy?

For me, it’s a big kitchen table. Most days, ours fits our 4 person family around its rectangle sides… although I think we’ve maxed it out at 10 people! It is a solid wood table that was passed down to us from a neighbor. It has dings and stains and playdoh wedged into the odd crack here and there and the chairs are a little rickety now but… to me, every time I look at this beat up but stately table, all I can see is how much love has come through our house and how many people we have squeezed in for a good meal together. We have had countless birthdays, family dinners, holiday parties, and neighbors surrounding this “well loved” table over the years and, magically, it always seems to fit anyone who is willing to pull up a chair. With all of its little bumps, divots, and imperfections, to me, this big table symbolizes part of the fullness of our lives. And that makes me irrationally happy. I love big (and, I suppose, well loved) kitchen tables.

How about you?