Feeling happy

It is Sunday again, and again I am at St. Andrew's Cathedral with my mother. The organist is playing a wistful piece, with a touch of melancholy but ending on a note of hope. Today I feel glad, with a smile on my face. Perhaps it is because I am warm and well fed. Maybe it is because the week's work is done. Or maybe it's just this weekly time with my mother - how wonderful it is to spend this time with her each week.