I was trying to figure out what has been my happiest day ever. Happily, I have thousands upon thousands of great days to choose from, but I’ve been having real trouble trying to pin it down to just one.
The Christmas I got my first bicycle?
The day I passed my driving test?
Arriving in New York City for the first time?
Driving around the Ring of Kerry with Terry Mahan?
Hmm. I think it probably has to be the day after my Ph.D. defense. I had been very tense and nervous beforehand. I remember waking up the next day feeling happy and worry-free for the first time in ages. I walked around with a huge grin on my face all day.
Do you have a happiest day ever that springs readily to mind?