A. Only connect.
A. Not having lived life to its fullest. (That, and my husband falling overboard while taking a leak.)
A. Perfect happiness? Heck, I'll just take regular old happiness, thanks. Singing loud and off-key on a roadtrip. Sun-warmed raspberries off the bush. The way a hug sometimes nestles me into my daughter so her neck and mine are the same. So many things. But, all in all, it's round and warm and orange-ish red and full and faintly sweet. It's the way I feel talking with my husband or my girlfriends or my mom when they really really GET me.
A. The fact that I'm just doing the best I can.
A. Right here. Right now. (I'm sure that's the Zen sort of thing everyone says, but it's truly what I strive for. Sometimes achieve.)