What makes me smile

It's the little things that make me smile. A quick call to do lunch. A quick kiss before running off to do one's own thing. A phone call to say how much something is appreciated. It's the smallest and most minute things that mean the most to me anymore.
The way the wind whispers answers to the questions I scream into the night. The way the sun reflects off a glassy lake, mirroring the images that surround it. It's just a feeling that warms me inside, and I can do nothing but smile.
It's like when I visit my Grandpa Joe's grave, no matter how upset or confused I am, no matter how clouded my mind is, all of a sudden, everything seems so crystal clear. I feel as though the weight of the world is being lifted off me, and just for those few minutes, I feel at peace once again. It's almost like my grandpa is giving me a hug from heaven and taking away all the anguish I feel inside. It makes me smile even more because whenever I leave there, it seems that all my sadness is gone. I actually feel a lot better.
So I dunno. I was just evaulating what happiness is to me, and I realized that it is something that cannot be bought. It is something that may not mean anything to anyone else, but to me, it means the world. Something as small as throwing a nickname out in conversation, or calling just to say hi puts a smile on my face. It's the little things that mean the most.