Happiness in Franklin

My daughter and husband both asked me this Sunday morning, "what are our plans for today?" I said I had to buy a curtain rod at some point but that was it for me. Dale said he had to put the house numbers on the mailbox in the correct order (he incorrectly posted 1472 instead of 1427). He also needed to refill the bird feeders and that was it for him. 

My daughter scratched her head, took a big yawn and looked at the dog nestled in her bed. 

"Sounds good," she said as she walked back downstairs to her room.

There is ease in the way we live our lives in Franklin that I've never experienced before. It could be that we are just renting our house instead of owning it. There's no pressure to do anything but to organize and keep it clean. I have renters in my house in Charleston who are probably feeling the same way. I think I may have found the secret to happiness.