Sometimes it is the smallest things that make me happy.
Last summer I finally managed to change the broken light bulb in my oven. It had been broken for, well, a decade, or something. It was quite a struggle to get the glass it sits behind out. And it made me very happy to have light in that little window, when I finally succeeded.
A couple of days ago the new bulb broke (that was quick, Philips!) I bought a new one and installed it, and this time I remembered what direction to turn the glass (and I didn't fasten it too much last summer!)
Again I am surprised how happy it makes me that the light turns on when I turn on the oven.
Sometimes it is the small things.