I find that it is the little things that make me happy and the big things that make me sad. I'm in Ecuador right now and all the adorable puppies for sale everywhere you turn and then all the abandoned street dogs make me sad. The five year olds that shine people's shoes all day make me sad. Seeing an indigenous family walking down the street together laughing and talking, the oldest son with his arm around his father and holding the youngest sister's hand made me happy on my way home tonight. I feel sad about my son's death every day. I feel happy that I knew him every day, too. I guess overall my emotions make me happy, or at least I am comfortable with them. It has been suggested to me, and part of the reason for my travels right now, that I "let go" of my sadness for my son. I am struggling with this in part because I have always felt comfortable with my sadness.